I turn out not to be a very frequent contributor to my own blog. So far, so unsurprising. I have a bit of history of starting projects with a lot of enthusiasm and not quite seeing them through (or being distracted by the next exciting thing). Perhaps it’s enough to get something written here very few weeks, assuming I have anything much to say. Whats the blog equivalent of Ansel Adams ‘twelve significant photographs in any one year’?

Lately I’ve been trudging through what’s felt like a prolonged fallow period with photography. Which is not to say that I haven’t been trying to make new work. I’ve spent an embarrassing amount of time loitering in a nearby field waiting for the ‘right’ light; exploring some new woods with the imminent completion of my next book ‘Woodwork’ in mind; and swimming in a few new spots along the Sussex coast to see the sea from a different angle. But on the whole, I’m just not quite clicking with what I’m making so most of it remains unprinted and unpublished. The pictures may have some merit, but for some reason I seem increasingly unable to see it in the few days immediately after making them. There’s something to be said for letting the pictures sit for a while, and coming at them later with a more objective eye, and it helps break me out of the social media habit of posting the newest, latest, not always greatest into the void. The sideways benefit of this is that I am reminded to revisit work from the last few years that I felt similarly unconnected with at the time, but which make more sense now with some distance and less emotional attachment to the excitement or frustration of making them. This isn’t a very efficient way of working, but it seems to be mine.