|19 January 2022|
Aging photographers are like the aging gunfighters of the Wild West. You are as good as your last shot. You are dead if you are not.
In my past as a magazine photographer I knew I had to return from an assignment with one useable photograph. I was a fisherman who had to return with one fish and not mention how another had gotten away.
With our ranging pandemic and my grief on the loss of my Rosemary on 9 December 2020 photography is one of the last things I want to attempt. I cannot hang up my camera as I have too many cameras to hang up and little wall space in my oficina.
Fortunately I have friends and C is a good one. She has picked up my spirits by posing for me today.
Because of Covid I did not want to use my small and intimate studio so I converted my living room into one. This meant I tripped over cables and had a hard time dealing with my Fuji X-E3 that today amply proved that inanimate objects have free will.
Fortunatly with the lovely inspiration of C I think I may now be out of my doldrums.
I have yet to look at the Fuji pictures but what you see here is a photograph I took with my iPhone3G (it has no SIM card).
I believe, going back to the comparison with the aging gun fighter, it would seem I will be around for the next shoot.