Can I confess something to you?
You might already suspect as much but I think I’m gradually becoming aware of a problem.
I’m taking too many photographs. The combination of intellectual challenge in planning an image, the excitement of loading my results for viewing onto a larger screen and then the satisfaction of having produced something that I find pleasing to the eye (well my eye at least) is clearly releasing too many endorphins.
I’ve recently been corresponding with an adviser to Durham University about something called “flow”, a term used by Mihaly Csikszentmihalyi to describe the ultimate state of job satisfaction (though it isn’t restricted to work). Co-incidentally the man in question, Simon Williams, shares not just my surname, but also my interest in cycling, music and photography!
So I’m blaming flow for the fact that as I walked along the beach this morning I realised that I had at least two blog posts to accompany images from Fleetwood that I haven’t written yet, one from the Berwickshire coastline, half a dozen from various National Trust properties and their surroundings, and three from a Sunday morning at High Force. And that’s before I think about the remaining blog posts from Genoa which should take me up to the end of the year (at which point I’ll be in Rome and about to start over!). Somebody board up my doors and throw away the key!!!
The trouble is that I like to photograph almost anything. And so in the couple of hours that I spent on the beach at Blackhall I was at it again…
Actually I blame wedding photographer Jasmine Star, who asked where we find inspiration on an Instagram post this weekend. I had to go looking!