Almost three years ago I wrote a blog post about the Ricoh GRDIII. It followed my walk to work as I explained how there wasn’t the need for any other camera for street photography. At the time, I think I would have said I was a street photographer. Or, at the very least I would of said I was a gear head. Writing about the need for any camera or lack there of is kind of ridiculous.
A couple of years on, I find myself with the same Ricoh, still taking photos on my way to work.
A lot has changed since then, though.
I’ve changed, certainly.
I don’t think much about cameras anymore. I have the Ricoh because a friend gave it to me. I use it because it fits in my jacket pocket. I read the post I wrote before and it kept talking about the look of a camera. I could hardly get through it without cringing.
My photos are different too, I suppose. I don’t much think anymore about the best way to get likes. I take photos so I can remember my time spent. Where I was. What I did.
I take photos nearly everyday because the mundanity of routine is what I’ll most likely forget and what I think I’ll most likely wish I’d remembered. The walk to work is no longer a practice in taking photos so I can write a blog post about a camera but a practice in preservation. The preservation of a moment in my life.
I look back at the photos from that post and they don’t mean anything to me. They don’t say anything to me. I had it all wrong. In the process of making a statement about a camera I forgot the reason I took photos in the first place. Or, more likely I hadn’t figured it out yet.
The second photo I took on my way to work today, of the stadium, is one I never would have taken on that walk three years ago. “No one will like this photo.”
It’s something I walk past every day. Something I’ll wish I had taken a photo of when I no longer do. 1/125 of a second that represents a time in my life far longer than that.
Same camera and still walking to work.
Different place and different person.