I love the work of a lot of photographers.
I’m not going to name names, but there are lots of them.
I found myself meandering through Downtown West End today and thinking that I could take a photo of something from a certain angle and then it would be remarkably similar to one of those photographer’s works.
Somehow my style has morphed into what is in trend, but clunkier. I haven’t been shooting that long, I don’t put the hours in that would make me jump in skill level… but the thing is that I don’t want people to look at my work and say “oh, that’s like so + so’s” (although I kinda secretly wish they would. Oh, recognition!). I want to look at what I produce and say that it is a true reflection of how I saw the world at that moment in time.
How I see, not someone else, not someone else’s vision, but my own.
Another person isn’t there, in the same state that I am or anything like that.
It is me, therefore I am attempting to find my voice and perspective through the lens, not anyone else’s.
So, anyway… after that rant,
Morning tea, West End style with two of my favourite people:
Orange Valencia cake in my tummy
Damn bike riding hipster cliche.
The brew. I’m still not back on dairy 100%. Cheese, yes, milk no.
See this lady? She’s awesome. She’s one of the boy’s God mamas and one of the friends that has stayed in my life for over 20 years. I know. OMG. Patient soul.
The windows are open.
I think Summer may (finally) be here.