"...where life feels so damn heavy that photography is an escape, instead of a purpose." ~Jake Garn (JakeGarn.com)
Lost in a magical vison bounded within a rectangular frame...photography WAS an escape for me. Somewhere along the way it transformed into a business of people, less of an escape and more of a demand and committment. Don't get me wrong, I fell in love with shooting people, but I fell in love with photography first, because of the escape.
Photography as a purpose. It's an interesting thought. As I struggle with the path that I am meant to take, I am relieved to hear other photographers talk about their journey as confusing and mysterious. As Jake Garn mentioned in his post On Inspiration, he felt that much of the reason he was doing what he was doing was because of fate. I look back and I believe fate has shoved me in this direction. And when I say fate I really mean a divine swift kick in the ass.
What will my purpose be?
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