One of the challenges I’ve always confronted as a visual artist is the fact that the image I conceive in my mind rarely is matched by what I’ve been able to produce as an artifact. Some photographs I’ve made I have been inordinately proud of. The ones I’ve liked best are those that have emerged sans expectations. I’ve “seen something” and made the image, only to discover later, in the lab, what it was I saw. But by then, it’s changed, because memory plays fast and loose with reality, and the picture I ended up making was its own thing.
Disappointment usually followed when I preconceived something at the time the shutter snapped and later I just couldn’t get that perceived image out on paper.…
