Over the past year or so, I have been reflecting on my photographic journey and come to the realisation, that I am the camera slinging equivalent of the retired old men on the golf course, at the beginning, and end of the movie, ‘The Legend of Bagger Vance’.
The truth is, I am not an exceptional photographer. I have suffered from GAS (Gear Acquisition Syndrome) from the very earliest days when I cut my teeth on a used, average condition, Canon A1. From 35mm to medium format, SLR to the rangefinder, manual focus to autofocus, film to digital, it is like playing with every possible club, looking for a hole in one when you cannot even drive straight.
In time, I have come to realise that while I get a lucky shot every so often, I cannot improve if I do not shoot more and shoot with a purpose.
At my lowest lows, I have sold all my gear and tried to move on in search of another hobby, but the strange thing is, nothing fills the void until I get a camera again. It feels like a lost cause.
Presently, I am camera free, except for the rather capable camera in my smartphone. I went on a walk with the specific purpose to take some pictures with my phone. Once again, I find my palms itching to do more. Looking over some pictures of my kids recently, I couldn’t help but notice that some of them are rather pleasing.
The camera allows me a form of creativity that I could never dream of attaining with my hands in another medium, and maybe this is the appeal that keeps me coming back.
All this has me wondering, am I alone? Are there others out there who find themselves spinning up and down as a yo-yo between loving and loathing photography?