It’s been a while since I’ve been here. Too busy to take photos, so, certainly too busy to post photos.
Last night, I couldn’t sleep. I decided to clean, ha, thinking it would make me tired enough. I stumbled across a couple of rolls of film from four or five years ago that I had thought I’d lost.
My curiosity peaked I decided to scan them again. Weird thing, seeing photos I hadn’t seen in years. Considering I haven’t been taking many photos lately or even thinking about photos, it was didn’t help my sleep deprivation.
Looking at these photos really reminded me of the fun I used to have doing this. Its been a while since I went out to take photos. Honestly, I even kind of try not to do so. Try not to take “street photos.”
I always say they won’t mean anything to me later, so why do it.
Looking at some old photos kinda showed me the error of my ways. While its true, I don’t think taking photos for the sake of doing so is meaningful, I have kind of realized that even my photos of strangers are somehow just a big self portrait.
They are like the story of my life. Looking at them is sort of like taking the same walk.
For those who care, they were all taken with the GR21, t-max 400 pushed 2 stops.
When I woke up this morning (after not sleeping as much as I would have liked), I didn’t really think about these photos much anymore.
I thought the novelty had worn off.
Sorta strange thing happened then while taking the bus. I took a photo out the bus window with my phone. I took it because I remembered the photos from the night before. I thought about how I would want to remember this part of my time in Korea.
I took another then.
I was going to take more, but as usual, the night ended up like this:
So, excuse my incoherence. May have had an ale or ten.
“Don’t post that.. I don’t think it is really your style? Right..? It is kind of happy..”
“Haha, I’m happy seeing this photo. That means it is my style.”
She was watching the snow. Snow doesn’t fall much here.
I remember Anders Petersen saying his style is dictated by his stomach and his heart. I feel like that. I take a happy photo when I feel happy. I’m happy when I see this. It is, and will be a good memory.
While I hadn’t been taking many photos for the past couple of months, the past couple of weeks has changed a bit. Slowly, I’m starting to take more photos.
Going back to some old places in Seoul has helped, like the above, from Namdaemun Market. I’m not taking the best photos I ever have, but, I am wanting to take photos again.
A good start.
I’ve been working on a fairly long post, as well, talking about photography (street and otherwise) and how I feel like I need to do it again. Also, it will introduce a new set from my portfolio that will be ongoing, entitled, My Korea. Stay tuned for that early next week. Night kids ;)