I suck at landscape photography. My heart isn’t in it. My heart is the landscape, for sure, but not in the making of photographs depicting scenery. Why? Because even the best landscape photography pales in comparison to being there.
So what is there to do? Leave the machine in the van? Hell no. Stolen, for sure. So I carry the small, metal beast with and I make things along the way. Simple, silly things that will land on the pages of my journal. I had to find a way to make sense of my deficiencies while out in the world. You can’t always get what you want. Mick told us that. And it’s true.
So I test and I tinker. I swing and I miss. And then I swing again. Try this, try that. And sometimes something sticks. Not often but enough. Expose, recompose, expose. Done. Move on. On this day it was down to the river. Still flowing despite little snow and a monsoon that never came. Drone up and over, buzzing like an angry bee.