Journaling, Or Not

I've recently read of the importance of journaling.  Various sources, various articles,,, And one in particular said that we should journal in order to keep up with our former selves.  I wish I could find that particular article again and give proper credit, but alas, it's not to be found in my bookmarks or notes. Apologies to that author.

My formal selves are a bit cringe worthy.  I have never been a regular writer of thoughts and goings on.  I've not really dived deep down into my psyche to figure out why.  I probably wouldn't like the answers anyway so, avoidance, the thing that makes the world go 'round, is my chosen mechanism.  But in reading some past thoughts that were put down on paper, I see some nuggets of information that might actually prove useful.  We'll see.

My current situation has provided a sense of relief, relaxation, in short a liberation that has been somewhat refreshing and certainly much needed.  That's all about to change as I head back into that world of stressful responsibility and "useful member of society" status.  There are certainly a mixed bag of emotions as I embark on the next chapter of life.  Most importantly, gratitude for the opportunity and the ability to contribute once again.

On the other hand, I'm working on how to best use this past few months as a catalyst to a little more mindful living and creating.  Not gonna be easy.  

I' ve been working on the new site for a bit of time now.  I was recently invited to participate in two group shows for next year.  The inevitable question arose on what my "theme" would be.  And what I've found, in looking through my images of the last 10 years, is that I don't have much of a theme, don't really work in projects and tend to change my focus on a whim.  The unifying concept in all of my images might actually be that there is no unifying concept or theme beyond a genuine love of photography and the making of images.  A few recent road trips have solidified that thought and so here I am.

I’m not a documentarian, although I have always loved photo stories, and at one time, aspired to be a photojournalist.  I’m looking for answers to questions that have haunted me over my life.  Photography is one avenue that helps me to explore, understand and come to grips with the issues I see, feel and experience.  Like many people, I am seeking deeply personal answers to very complex questions.  

I’m not an artist.  I’m not even sure I’m a photographer although, I often profess to be just that.  What does it even mean to be a photographer, an artist? Can anyone really explain what “art” is?  In a world that includes 7.5B people, can "art" be defined?  Can photography? According to InfoTrends, there were 1.1T - yes that “T” is intentional - photos made in 2016.  In 2017, the growth is expected to climb to 1.2T.  The digital clutter is enormous and continues to grow.  With all the noise out there, how does an image resonate and make it worth seeing?

I don’t have the answers to any of that for anyone but me.  And for me, making an image is important whether it be of family, something that I deem interesting, a shaft of beautiful light… Whatever it may be, I just like to make images.  And herein lies my new set of images, notes about the images and information that is important to me. It may be useful to others, it may not.  It's one man's thoughts, opinions and images of things that have passed by on my trip on this lovely and beautiful planet.