Finding my way back

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The hardest thing for me to figure out when I first started making photographs, was what ‘brush’ fit me best. The Leica? 35mm? 120? I’m always open to new brushes and have used many. I’m getting a little tired of constantly changing them. I want to go back to my Holga, that fit me best. But I am so used to the instant gratification of digital. Maybe it’s time to slow down. The recent words of Robert Frank come to mind:

He talked about ego, the marrow and the mistake of the artist.

“There are too many images,” he said. “Too many cameras now. We’re all being watched. It gets sillier and sillier. As if all action is meaningful. Nothing is really all that special. It’s just life. If all moments are recorded, then nothing is beautiful and maybe photography isn’t an art anymore. Maybe it never was.”

And maybe it is his fault. Who would believe that a hairy little man could take snapshots of nothing and make millions of dollars? Anyone can take a snapshot. So, maybe, anyone can be famous if he gets lucky once