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.