Reverse, Leica M Type 240 with Leica 24mm Elmarit-M f/2.8 Asph.
You’re always thinking about the next shot. Sure, you reflect on your images for a day or two. Stare, in a sort of outward-facing narcissism. That doesn’t last long. It should. As photographers, our lives should increase in joy at every new image we deem worthy of keeping. Wasn’t that our goal? To capture something? It doesn’t accumulate like other achievements. Or maybe no achievements accumulate like you think they should and we’re forced to perform back flips over and over again, less for the joy of it and more out of some kind of addiction to the momentary feeling it affords us. Either from ourselves or another.
So, while the camera is getting fine-tuned out in New Jersey, I’ll be looking at old shots. Taking stock. Re-enjoying them. You don’t have to be shooting to be a photographer. You don’t have to be painting to be a painter. Sometimes you step back from the canvas and just… I don’t know… stare a little bit.