For most of my life, I followed the "rules" I had been taught in art school and researching the articles I wrote for at least half a dozen different photography magazines. You had to play by the rules, or you wouldn't get published, or more important, I wouldn't get paid. A lot of the articles were written by men (yes, ALL men). They didn't need the money, but they DID need the ego boost. Most of them had an "Ism" To push It could be big format, or a particular expensive toy. In my thirties, it was the Hasselblad. It had been on a lot of space missions and that seemed enough.
At the time, I could only take a picture if fit into my list of "real" images. Photojournalism. The grittier and bloody the better. I often didn't bring a camera with me because I knew I wouldn't see "my" kind of pictures.
Then, at sixty one, I actually had a "thunk" in my brain, and suddenly, I saw pictures every where. Not only journalism, but every kind of picture you could think of. I never left home without some kind of camera. Usually my wonderful Olympus XA-4. A film camera as small as a politicians brain. It easily fit in my pocket, and came flying out all the time. It's twenty eight millimeter lenses sharp as one of my high end ego clickers.
Eventually, digital took over, and I was happier than Paris Hilton at Boys Town. No more spending hours in the darkroom. Now, I was only limited by my imagination. The pictures I shot recently were taken at our dear Friend Diane. She lives on the edge of the desert. I never used to bring a camera. She lives on an ordinary street, and I never thought there was a picture in it. This picture i a tree next to her house. The sun is setting in a sky filled with the ominous clouds of a rare desert storm.
Landscape and travel
RonnieAG, LynneJoyce, PhilT2