My problem is diagnosed.
Like all self-diagnoses, it may be wrong, but for now it seems that the issue is the “wander and hope” approach to image making. Occasionally this approach pays off, and a minor prize in the photographic lottery is scored. However, the picture-makers whose work I most admire, operate differently. They engage with their subject matter, They operate purposefully, and design their images before they even pick up their camera. A friend suggests that I agonize too much over this sort of stuff. I disagree. Consider any piece of string. Unless there is tension in it, it goes nowhere. Artistic tension is a necessary and enjoyable state of being for me, even if I do ramble on about it from time to time.
Sitting in front of a particular scene I look for some aspect of it that I find pleasing to my eye. As much as I appreciate affirming feedback from readers, I take photos that please me, first and foremost. If I don’t like it, I won’t show it.
Periodically, I swing by a scrap metal yard in Seaview. There are several in the area, but this one has its operations visible through the wide front gate, so no need to look for gaps in fences, or to carry a ladder. As I watched the big grab crane hurl this car onto the pile, I wondered who its original proud owner was and how often it got washed and polished in its early days.
Nearby, in the Gracefield area, the Waiwhetu stream was close to flood levels, though it appeared still and offered nice reflections. Closer to the river bank, the quality of the water was less appealing, and was quite opaque. Lots of signs noticed that the planting on the riverside had been carried out by the “Friends of the Waiwhetu Stream”. It was once notorious as the most polluted waterway in the country. It has improved enormously, but I suspect the battle is not yet over.
That’s all for now.