Personal photography
Over the years, I have developed what I call my photographic style. It doesn’t mean my photos are good, just that I found what pleases me and what works for me. And that’s what I do. I don’t do this professionally, not even creatively, so I don’t feel the pressure to be different.
It was another sunny day on Saturday, so instead of walking indoors, I went for a walk around our village
Admit it: you can’t always be great. Despite what “influencers” want you to believe, not everything in life is perfect, and certainly not from the get go.
I really like Substack and the people I’ve interacted with on it so far. But I’ll be a bit controversial. Because sometimes you need to look at the less bright side of life to know where things really stand. I’m feeling frustrated with some of the trends I see on Substack: if you’re on Substack but you only have a paid subscription, you’re there to make money. Not to write. Not to share. Not for readers. For money.
Last weekend, I picked up one of our cars that had been slightly modified. I decided I wanted to take photos of it for fun, and they turned out quite fun to make and interesting.
To me, street photography feels like an intrusion in other people’s lives. The more I think about it and the more I try to do it, the more I feel uncomfortable about it.
This is of course ignoring the issues with truth, representation, ethics, and consequences. This is really the first step of that more general reflection: whether the activity should or can even take place and its place in reality.
Sometimes you have the idea of a photo in your head, but it takes a few iterations to get there.
We exist in time. Not as discrete snapshots. One of the difficulties of photography is to capture in a single frame what is part of a stream of consciousness. This idea has bothered me for a long time and it feels like a failure that photos aren’t part of the stream of consciousness.
Not a usual discussion about photography this time. As this post is out of schedule, I decided to cover something more in line with A day in the life. I’m taking you on a walk around my village.
As I mentioned before, I normally walk on my own after each meal, often in the house because of the weather and to be available for work just in case an emergency arises. But at the weekend, I sometimes go for a walk with my wife instead if the weather is nice. As spring has arrived (the geese and cranes are back and the birds are starting to be noisy in the morning), we went for a Sunday walk after lunch.
In a world that often feels overwhelming and difficult to decode, I’ve found a lens to be more than just a tool. It’s become my interpreter, helping me understand and connect with a reality that sometimes seems to speak a different language than I do.
