Food for thought. 

I spent the early morning hours scrolling. It’s good to do this every so often. Studies reported in notable journals argue differently; you should get at least one thing accomplished before checking your email, or going surfing, they would tell you. Be more productive with your day. But they are not us. They don’t live this life, don’t recognize that scrolling can be very productive. Although, scrolling can also be reductive. This morning’s swish-clicking took me from one peer to another, and not without a tinge of…well, what was it exactly? Not jealously, rather a general, “what have I accomplished lately?” sort of feeling. Truth be told I’m doing alright. I’ve been somewhat busy actually. But the feeling persisted so I got up to make breakfast. Maybe it was the cracking of the eggs that woke me up. Somewhere between the fridge and the frying pan I recognized that I will never be the one to chase down the commercial glory of shooting a major ad campaign for so-and-so, nor will I yearn to jet-set with the fashionistas and their, ahem, “talent.” I have no desire to list millions of followers as my lifetime achievement, nor to claim, “I was there and have the picture to prove it!” No, not me. I will be the one to pull it apart and the one to put it back together, to reinvent, to redefine, to re-divine. I will spread the photographic gospel. It is the future, the past, the ever-present. It is, quite simply, photographable.