It’s sometimes difficult to work out when to stop doing something. This “phase” of my photograph / snap goes back a ways, there are definitely examples before this one in 2010.
Often wish i’d been more focused. Yesterday we watched Smoke, which, amoungst other themes, is about an accidental photographer who ends up taking the same picture every day for 4000 days. Photography projects need something like that, an absurd dedication to something that makes little impact in isolation but has the power to overwhelm and become “art”.
My personal photographic journey has been far more scattered. Numerous themes, endless false starts, deadends, distractions. Don’t think i ever had the self-belief / courage to actually become a photographer.
Regrets? Far more than a few!
It'll All End In Tears 