fullfillment

About a year ago, I was behind the The Black Dog and there were these sunflowers, these glorious dying sunflowers. For some reason (okay, it may have been the couple o' pints of strongbow cider) I became enamoured with these burnt sunflowers, standing strong in the cold air braced against the grafittied wall of brick, buried in the alley. I stared at them forever wishing I had more than my video camera to capture them. I wanted them preserved on something more than dv tape ... I wanted a print to hang on my wall ... I wanted to try and capture the beauty that I saw and inside I wept that I didn't, couldn't ... whatever. In some strange way, these dying sunflowers spurred my passion for a forgotten art ... for the print of gloss, the capture of stillness, the photograph and the act of photography.Why did I start carrying a camera with me everywhere? Why did I start a photoblog to share my passion and drive my learnings? Why indeed .. so I would never again see an image that made me weep because I could not produce it outside of my memory. And then in my travels to photograph my neighbourhood, there they were ... a year later ... alive and well in their dying state and I feel somewhat fullfilled, I have come back to the very reason I again picked up a still camera. For this moment, image and emotion it produces in me ...

This is why I carry my camera, this is why I want to continue learning .. so that I can express what I see around me, so that I can share my view of the world around me.