Yesterday I had a HUGE moment of self realisation in my craft. For whatever reason it happened and I’m so very grateful for it. I’ll admit I was on the boundaries of my comfort zone yet I was creating photographs I’ve only so far hoped I had the ability to create. Sometimes you just have to jump. I’m not trying to win at yoga anymore, I’m done with that. This is my voice and my art, yes the likes are nice for the ego but that is all. Yes technique and gear are important but it’s what I’m saying that has greater meaning. Life is truth and the truth is vulnerable. Thank you Ryan for making me think, thank you Laurie for unknowingly pushing me & thank you Frankie for trusting in us both.
“Don’t be an acolyte. Listen. Learn. And then move on in the direction only you can sense is the most authentic. Follow the fear, lean into it, learn from the failures. Then try again. Sure, it’s a little harder, but by God we don’t need more imitators and more art-by-concensus. We need boldness, authenticity, and the kind of imperfect, flawed, honest art that can only be made when you listen to one voice alone: yours.” DuChemin
Make Them Think
Dawn, and the silhouette of All Saints Pavement
"The minster chimes strike ten. I go to bed very conscious that I am sleeping within the white walls of York, loving her beauty, her peace, her dignity, and the calm, unhurried way she has..." - H. V. Morton, The Call of England
"She does not ask you to love her: she is like London in that. She is there: she is York." - H. V. Morton, The Call of England
"...and right ahead, that classic view of York Minster lifting its towers above the city and the white wall twisting on and on..." - H. V. Morton
"York is the loveliest city in all England. She is England's last real anchor to the Middle Ages." - H. V. Morton, The Call of England
"The curved platforms of York are well worth the study of any man interested in the personalities of stations." - H. V. Morton, The Call of England
I take a photo everyday, but today I brought this one with me.