I am not hungry.

I’ve been slowly discovering something this last few months. I just love to create and share images.

Success would obviously be lovely, but only on my own terms. Every image I share made me happy in some way, esoteric or not, and that’s what I love. Artistic direction is to the conscientious image creator as peer pressure is to a lonely teenager. You may well adopt a direction, but unless it comes to you instinctively, it’s not yours. I admire many amazing photographers (and even emulate what I perceive as their style), but trying to walk in their footprints immediately invalidates anything that I could aspire to. I embrace my love of creating images on any platform, and hopefully at least one other person will empathise with that love and enjoy the things I create. If they don’t, that doesn’t decrease my love of it; just decreases the audience. That’s what I love about making images, or art in general, I suppose. The size of the audience is quite irrelevant – it’s only the passion that truly matters (unless you’ve not eaten for days).

Excuse the introspection; I’ve been trying to find where I fit in the universe with a camera, and I think I may have found it.

Finished another BlacKeys roll. That took ages, but was nice to find things I’d forgotten about at the start. Still got another Foxy roll to finish, but I’m holding off because of how disappointed I was with the last one.

More BlacKeys 44. Weaker roll, but I was just snapping. Leave me alone, I’m not on trial here.

That micro scooter made me happy. Like there was some kid in school doing important work on Christmas day. Lovely

I don’t really like the results from this at all. Colours seem dull (though I do understand the dull colours in subject matter have something to do with that in places!) and the “narrow focal plane” seems random and has really spoiled a couple of these photos. Not amused.