Photography is a process. Visual storytelling is an end goal.
While I like to think I’ve scratched the surface of each, I just don’t believe I have. I’m caught between developing as an artist, and simply documenting the natural happenings before me. I build a portfolio, then shred one. A recycling occurrence, year after year, photo after photo. I think I’m onto something. I’m dry. A great photo one day, a dud the next. The tides forever turn.
What’s happening here? A moment; an unfolding of events that I was fortunate enough to witness. I had a camera with me. This is a photograph of something that happened, not art. Nothing more than a document in the form of pixels, information, a report. A few ravens, a few eagles, a deer carcass. Together, they tell the story of winter in central New York.
I am not an artist. I’m simply a medium, conveying nature’s stories to others.
Square one, it’s nice to see you again.