It feels like a good time to start from scratch. Again. Looking at my photography archive I find myself underwhelmed.
There has always been a part of me that relishes the knowledge that more than likely I was the only one out there on a road bike that day. Even now as the weekend downpour shows no sign of letting up part of me wants to be outside.
I need to make boxes and boxes of prints like we did before digital came along and banished everything to zeros and ones. Remember flicking through real family albums for more than a zillionth of a second?
I’m not an expert so take this with a pinch of salt but this is what I’m doing during the current pandemic.
Some days I don’t want to think at all, I just want to ride my bike through ancient Japanese villages or the English countryside, the next to be alone in India with an old film camera and a few rolls of film or waking up on a mountain with a full day of hiking and adventure ahead of me.