Photoobsessioning

As some of you may remember, my Fuji 6900 Zoom commenced pushing-up-daisy procedures recently, which prompted me to much belatedly think long and hard about my photographic intentions. As thinking about what was actually going on in my life (aargh) was a bit scary, I have probably spent a bit too much time pondering this kind of thing.

Oh, before I get into that, I just had a slight book frenzy in Foyles the other night, so I'm now the proud owner of The Portfolios of Ansel Adams and Henri Cartier-Bresson, the man, the image and
the world: a retrospective. Oh, and I also splashed out on Ansel Adams's three classic textbooks, The Camera, The Negative and The Print. I can't recommend any of these books highly enough. Portfolios is eye candy of the highest imaginable order. Retrospective is a huge hand-to-hand combat weapon of an art book that contains most of the best photographs of people ever taken. It's interesting to juxtapose Adams and Cartier-Bresson, actually -- an Adams print is a technical tour-de-force, perfection in every grain of silver halide. Cartier-Bresson's photographs, in comparison, are frequently weirdly composed, out of focus or just plain wrong, but they contain more life than I've ever seen anyone else achieve. Recommended.

Anyway, on to musing about my own photography. I may go on a bit, so... ( if you must... )