As I started to think about this, my 100th post, I thought about the other numbers that represent my life in photography…so far.
1 35mm film SLR camera. My Canon AE-1. My Genesis.
1 Medium Format film camera. My Mamiya RB67. My labour of love.
4 DSLR cameras. My Canons. My freedom of expression.
152 Gigabytes. My Compact Flash. My remit.
6 Terabytes. My hard drives. My life’s work.
768 people. My followers. My muses.
355 likes. My Moroccan Roll. My masterpiece.
37,712 views. My audience. My appreciation.
∞. My ambition. My inspiration.
The numbers come together and define what goes in to my photography. They also define the very act of taking a photo. iso 400, f2.8, 1/250. They all play their part and without them the ability to create and share my work would not be possible.
When it comes to words, however, it’s a lot simpler. One thing that goes into all of my pictures. One thing that my pictures, in turn, represent. A symbiotic relationship for every photographer, writer, poet, film maker and musician. This is the fuel for their fire. It’s both the imagination and the realisation of their greatest masterpiece… life.
Behind all of the great works of art, lie the effort and the failings that in turn drive and inspire us to try again. We won’t always make it, and we’ll often make mistakes along the way. But that’s OK. A life spent making mistakes is not only more honorable, but more useful than a life spent doing nothing – George Bernard Shaw.