Years ago I made a photograph that won an award. A wide coastal view, a big dramatic sky, the kind of light you drive three hours for. I cannot remember which award, or which competition. I am not sure I ever really saw the place at all.
These days my photographs come from somewhere slower. A few small woods near home, walked over and over until they start to give something up. It took me a long time to understand why that matters more.
This essay is about the long way in: why chasing the trophy shot tends to leave you a little empty, and what happens when you stop.
See you next week!
Tim