What 7 1/2 weeks in intensive care taught me about photography, presence and recovery.
Hi Reader,
I used to think the goal of photography was to make beautiful images. But something shifted.
Now, I see photography more like a conversation. With the trees, with myself, with the moment I’m in.
There’s a stillness I’ve learned to appreciate.
Not just in the woods, but in the process of walking slowly, noticing more, and letting go of the pressure to “get the shot.”
This mindset didn’t come from a book or a course. It came from a place I wouldn’t wish on anyone.
In early 2024, I got sepsis. My body was broken. My organs were failing. I spent 7 1/2 weeks in intensive care and required four life-saving surgeries.
For a while, nobody knew if I’d make it.
Recovery hasn’t been quick. Or easy. But it’s given me time... time to reflect on what matters. Time to rethink how I work, what I share and why I pick up the camera at all.
Slowly, I’m finding my rhythm again. And maybe, just maybe, there’s something here that helps you find yours too.
Thanks for reading. It’s taken me more than a year, but I’m slowly finding my rhythm again.
All the best,
Tim
P.S. If this resonates with you, reply and tell me what’s been on your mind lately - photography or otherwise. I’d love to hear from you.
