Before I launch into rambling, it’s fantastic to see so many gorgeous images being dredged up from the depths of people’s archives to be given the attention they deserve. Following on somewhat tenuously from the whole editing issue, I just read a new take on something I’ve heard/thought about plenty before:
Given the luxury of time, the expectations of what we might have hoped to catch for a shoot pass into appreciation (or disappointment) for what we actually capture. It can take a little time for the mind to ‚Äúchange channels‚Äù about our expectations.
I’m no stranger to the concept of leaving time between shooting and processing/editing so that you ‘distance yourself from the emotional attachment to the subject/shoot’ but I’m of the opinion that your emotional attachment to the shoot is something that adds to the results, rather than detracting from them. Otherwise you’d be as well to have someone else edit and process your work. But this is a new slant on it for me. Well, a combination of new and one of those things that you kind of knew in the back of your mind but couldn’t realise or articulate until someone else does, so much more eloquently.
I started writing this post last week, and even after thinking about it for days I still managed to go out shooting on Sunday and come home to edit and process what I shot, heavy with expectations (my subject was a rain soaked early blossoming tree in gorgeous post-shower sunlight against a background of earthy brown bushes). And as you might expect, I was disappointed, because I think I was looking for something, rather than looking at what I had. I’m tentatively hoping that when I go through them for the second time, I’ll actually get to seeing what I took rather than looking for what I thought I should have got.
Some people tend to work better when they are told what they do isn’t up to scratch. It makes them strive to work harder, be better, show what they are really capable of at the peak of their ability. I think of it as the demon with pitchfork school of encouragement. I think it suits a certain kind of personality. I’ve discovered that when I’m ‘encouraged’ in that way, I’m more inclined to say “Fine then, I won’t bother” rather than striving to be better. But by some cruel quirk of fate, I seem to have a demon with a pitchfork in my own head. Maybe by giving the demon some cooling off time, I can stick corks on the pitchfork…
Point of interest: After checking the preview of this post I noticed that the tree I was shooting yesterday is the very same as the one in the image I’ve used in my blog header, which I must have shot this time last year…