Once upon a time I used to think about an image for weeks or months before getting my bits together and taking it. My pictures meant something, even if only to me. I cared about them. I cared about the message they sent. Of course I deviated from this sometimes, enjoying a fun shoot with a crazy model or snapping away at the sunset like we all eventually do. But deep down, my photography was my voice and the lens through which I projected my soul.
Then I had a couple of children. The hurdles were obvious – how the hell does a person find the time and energy to go around doing photography with babies and toddlers at home? (If you know, seriously, email me!) But there was also something about living with children that completely satisfied my creative hunger. Instead of contemplating the message in my images I was contemplating the message I send to my children each day, and the one I leave behind in every human encounter. Photography just kind of fell behind in my priorities.
It wasn’t until my daughter was a little more independent that I realised photography was still a very active and important part of my life. It was still a voice for the things I care about and want to document for the future. The problem was that all my photos seemed to have my kids in them. And we all know how much everyone wants to see a bunch of pictures of some random person’s kids? (answer: not very much) So I haven’t had a lot to contribute on here for a while. But I do still log in every now and then. Take a look around. Buy someone a birthday present.
And who knows? One of these days my family will be a bit older. I’ll be able to go out with a camera and lenses instead of nappies and wipes. There are still sketches and ideas sitting in my shelves. Projects I still want to tackle. Images that won’t get out of my head.
It is only a matter of time.