
The World
Editing can either make me depressed or get me really excited. The depressed part comes about when I edit an assignment and I don’t like what I have. Yeah, it happens. I see what could have been and then proceed to mentally kick myself for not getting it. Whatever ‘it’ may be.
Photography, and by default editing, is a mentally and emotionally consuming process. I don’t go to work. I don’t stop working. I guess I could say it’s a lot like breathing. You stop, you die. Okay, okay… I’m not going to die if I stop taking photographs.
I’m intense, not insane.
But what I fear would die is this funky constant wonder about people and their interactions (with others, the planet and even themselves) that only seems to inflict young children and the socially inept. It is a weird place, this world of ours, and more so because we’re in it.
Therefore photography is at the core, the worst form of self-abuse and the best kind self-fulfillment in my case. It can be hard. It can be draining. It can be so totally awesome I walk about like a five year old anticipating Christmas. Yeah, it happens and I look like a dork.
So, I’m editing the hundreds of portraits from the tattoo convention last weekend and I am bouncing up and down in my chair. I thought I’d share a few gems along the way. You might not agree they are gems. I tend to like photographs that others do not, or become fascinated in some obscure detail nobody else cares about, but I hope you enjoy this dork’s vision anyway.
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