Photography means “writing with light” and I’ve become a incorrigible light monger, always brailing its warp and woof, checking its reflection, slant, color cast on the back of my hand
Writing with light you can tell a story with none of the extra interpretive baggage of words. And like a book, an image can be straight up straight and in your face (ala Terry Richardson), or layered with depth, meaning, nuance and mystery (ala Sally Mann).
I love that you can use color or remove it to let light and shadow make a point. I love combining colors and shapes and forms to create a new language of meaning.
I love the happy accidents, the capacity to be surprised by the magic and mystery of particles and waves and things half-noticed that become revealed.
I love the gadgets and gear and always try to get the best I can afford so that I can grow into it and not use a technical constraint as an excuse.
I love how ten photographers can photograph the exact same thing and come away with completely different pictures. It would be interesting if Dr. Masaru Emoto, with his water crystal experiments, would put photos of the same subject taken by different photographers on jars of water to see if the crystalline structure of those jars would be different.
I’m amazed at how often photography has put me at my edge—the edge of what I thought was possible for myself artistically, my edge of attention and concentration, the edge of my heart’s capacity to witness beauty and sometimes ugliness.
That aspect of photography, of it being a mirror of my consciousness, what I love and pay attention to, is still miraculous to me. I see now places in the past where I flinched from an intimate moment or was too hesitant to get low or close.
Even after hundreds of thousands of (sometimes downright bad) exposures, I still feel like an advanced beginner. I’m amazed at how fast one’s eye or attention can evolve and transform over time.
I guess the reason I photograph is to both remember and forget myself at the same time.
“Like a great starving beast
My body is quivering
On the scent
Feel free to post your favorite photographers and motivations for shooting below.
Some of my photographic heroes/icons (not in actual order of preference).
- Mario Testino
- Douglas Kirkland
- Horst P Horst
- Christian Coigny
- Jeff Stephens
- Ernst Haas
- Annie Liebowitz
- Gregory Colbert
- Drew Gardner
- Herb Ritts
- Steve McCurry
Happiness is a full Compact Flash card.