
Once again, I find myself in the Admiral's Lounge at John Wayne Airport. When the TSA screener starts to recognize you it's readily apparent that you travel far too often.
A post by Dan Milnor today got my creative juices flowing and trapped in an airport today is painful and frustrating. The clock is a'tickin and the time is not replacable. Which is to say I need - and that's akin to breathing almost - to be out making images, holding the camera and really using what talent I have. The older I get the more of an issue this becomes.
My day job pay the bills and I'll never be a "working photographer." I've come to grips with that and it's OK. What I haven't come to grips with is the lack of time to pursue what, at the core of who I am, I need to pursue.
Over the last two weeks I've stepped out of the comfort zone and photographed people, working guys, whose life style really doesn't exist anymore. I'm debating on how much I will show here. Are they single images? Will it develop beyond anything superficially? Should I keep them to myself until it's a fleshed out bit of work instead of prematurely showing it on the web? All questions without answers for the moment.
It's stuff to contemplate while in the air over the next several days. And BTW, this is my first post from the iPhone. In a dunderheaded move, I left my computer somewhere and didn't realize it until I arrived at the security stand expecting to put it on the x-Ray conveyor belt. A huge bummer! If there are obvious mistakes please forgive me.