I take a lot of photos. A good ten to fifteen a day on most days, let’s say it averages out to 10 a day to make the maths easy; 3650 per year. Over the course of that year, perhaps three or four I might think are really good. Some, like todays header picture are ok, but not brilliant. Why do I persist?
I don’t know how to answer that question. It both is and isn’t a case of recording what I see. It’s there what is in front of me. Very little originality. I must have walked this part of Gosport hundreds of times, I am willing to bet that I’ve missed hundreds of good pictures, because I just can’t see them.
Just in case you think I am writing this out of sadness, your are wrong. A bit of frustration yes. Of course I sometimes think that if I had a proper camera I would be able to take some decent pictures, but a poor worker always blames their tools.
With this post I am just over a month away from recording my one thousandth post. And that is only ninety five posts from covering three years of postings, or there about – taking in to account the few nights I’ve missed. Like photos. Some of the posts have been of a reasonable quality but an awful lot of them really aren’t very good at all. Writing nearly one thousand posts doesn’t make you a writer. K
I shall keep going though.