I’ve learned that I let fear control a lot of what I allow myself to do. My expectations always over-promise and under-deliver, so I stay little. Quiet. I stay silent, mostly.
I used to think I took too many photos; why was I creating such a large footprint of things that would otherwise be forgotten, un-tagged, never recognizable?
I sometimes feel like a voyerisitic photographer, wanting to capture facial expressions that aren’t saying ‘cheese’, and hands working without anyone noticing. There’s a poetry in the motion of the way we work that I can’t look away from.
I found a way to keep a record of how I see the world, of how I want to remember it. Daring and with more than meets the eye. Reckless, seductive, deeply meaningful, breathtakingly beautiful. Quiet and still. Safe.
I’ve been embarrassed about this (you see if fear is controlling me, embarrassment is harassing me).
So, I hope you’re not looking at me.
Because I can see right through you.