What do you do with all those photographs?
I read on Paul Lester’s blog this morning:
At any rate, it’s getting light about 6:30, here in Summerville, SC, and is already dark by 6:00 in the evening. When you start subtracting commute time, work time, and a small amount of time for walking, that leaves precious little time for photography, save for the weekends! Then, Hobbs demands his time and, well, I’ve got to figure out something!
Sure, I have more than enough photos, but I need more.
This reminds me that I often get asked “So, what do you do with all the photographs you make?” The implication always seems to be that photographs ought to have a purpose, and that if they don’t, you’re engaging in a pastime which is highly suspect and probably ought to be made illegal.
I’m sure there are lots of photographers out there whose photographs do, in fact, have a definite purpose. But I’m not one of them. I’m more like a stamp collector, or a coin collector, or book collector, or a collector of military medals or Hummel figurines. I spend some time playing with the photos I’ve got, but the actual pleasure seems to come from the act of creation, and not the possession.
I hope I always feel like I need more photos.