I get discouraged when film rolls come back blank. I get frustrated When I misload a camera. When I don’t compensate for this and that. When I do something to ruin something. When hours of visual inspiration seem lost forever.
Then I remember that every time I hold a camera I see the world in a new way. The park benches have a pulse. The buildings are laughing. People are joined together and captured in a moment that can’t be described in words, only through the film negative.
I remember that pictures and art are the most honest, most true remnants of humanity that exist. My chances for a photo today are as good as they were yesterday. And I’m rejuvenated again.
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