Last year was all about reflection and analysis for me, in my photography and pretty much everything else. Lots of rehashing of the past on my therapist’s couch, and also editing of California Vernacular.
It took months, but I finally got the series down to 60 images, from the 225 I was considering. This was my first experience working on a project long term, realizing it was done, and then editing and sequencing it, and it felt like I was flying blind. I had no clue how to go about it, so I printed all 225 images at 4 x 6 inches, and every weekend, I laid them out on my kitchen table and just looked at them for hours, rearranging, shuffling, seeing how they looked together, and eliminating ones that didn’t work. It feels good to have finished.
Because I was so focused on editing, I didn’t take many pictures in 2012. It was primarily limited to iPhone pics, and by the end of the year I felt like crap. Editing the series was important work, and it was good that I saw it through to completion, but man, I’d so much rather be taking pictures.
I’m back to bringing my camera with me everywhere I go, and today, after a movie, I went up to the top of the parking garage because the light was so beautiful, and I just took a few pictures of some seagulls. It was nothing much really, but it reminded me of how I used to feel when I would dive into the water for the first swim practice of the season, after a month or more off. That first dive in, I was so intensely aware of the water on my skin and the way my body felt and how hard it was to move. You get out of shape when you haven’t done something for so long, and I never want to get out of shape with taking pictures again.