A Lion in the Meadow
When I was a child, I’m told, I had an invisible friend I called ‘Geoffrey Lion’. I have no memory now about what Geoffrey looked like, but it might have been an early indication of my particularly vivid imagination.
Photographer in theory, if not practice.
I’m reflecting that this creative life has definite seasons and rhythms, and this week is part of that. I think there is a perpetual element of dissatisfaction for photographers - we think and plan and collect before we can actually do the exciting bit.
A Beginner’s Mind
I’ve made a sparkly new website, which feels rather a lot like a new pair of shoes. I haven’t worn it in, yet. It’s still a little bit pristine and without scuff marks on the toe. I’m not yet comfortable, and could easily imagine the rub when I’ve gone a few miles.
This journal is something I’ve been keen to try on. Sharing whatever rough, unsophisticated thoughts are rising to the surface, revealing and pondering the developments of my art practice and maybe some of my more worthy client projects, without adhering to any particular set of rules.