One of the reasons I decided to go into photography is because I have a strong inner need to express myself. Which at its root is more of a need to expel the demons that plague me. In other words– I have a strong need to make things right in the world. Writing does that for me, most of which I use to make things right in my past, my family, my generation, my children’s lives and my life or role as a mother. That is an absolute. Over the past few days, I’ve shut off the Flickr, so to speak, and just allowed myself to meditate upon why I’m doing this in the first place. “This” being photography. I pondered the images that move me and the type of image that makes me sit back and think, really think, or imagine. I am in love with the human condition. I’m going to be writing more about this issue and my reasons for choosing this type of outlet in the days to come.
In the mean time, I’ve decided to get back to some basics. For a time, I will no longer be processing my images beyond sharpening or black and white conversion. I did not become a photographer because of the digital format nor photoshop’s ability. I became a photographer to tell a story. To “write with light.” And I need and desire to get back to the roots of that. So, I’m going back to the drawing board. That is where my heart is.
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Coke and Pickles
Chips
by Cindy
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