I have spent a lot of time thinking about the trajectory of my career recently. In 2005, when I left my temporary staff position at the Boston Globe I was forced to become a business man overnight. In the the 4 years since, I have had to learn how to be a production, marketing, accounting, legal and IT department of 1. While I have had the good fortune to still be in business today in the midst of our current recession, all the focus on the business side of photography has caused the creative side suffer. This has been on my mind a lot recently, and it was especially present in my thoughts this morning during my “photo walk,” an exercise encouraged by career coach Ian Summers. The only guidelines I had was to make a photo every 10 minutes, regardless of where I was at the time. The walk is designed to be a chance to shoot without expectation, something that assignment photographers, including myself, often forget how to do. So for an hour, I wandered the docks and industrial neighborhoods of South Boston with the frustration of creative stagnation fueling my thoughts. The exercise became a walking meditation and a photo-journal of sorts. It was an attempt to confront the lack of depth and meaning in my professional work and an effort to recapture the adventure of exploration that photography once was. The resulting photos are an illustration of where my mind wandered; a nine-photo essay on frustration, a moment of providence, reassurance and clarity.
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I just wrapped up my first teaching experience at Boston University Center for the Digital Imaging Arts and ladies and gentlemen, the results are in!
The class …