My part of the world is called "Wisconsin” and it snowed here last night. Barely a dusting but enough to be warned of what the coming season would be. The dairy farms, for the most part, have their silage stored for the winter, the manure spread across the fields and worked back into the earth, and the waiting begins for the next spring.
Wisconsin is not a constant, it has its own regions that contrast greatly; Industrialized urban centers, pine forests, and of course, the farmland devoted to dairy.
Mountains and desert and tropical climes are not found here, and that makes Wisconsin unique from the rest of the world, but that makes the rest of the world unique in its own right. No one place can claim superiority over another though each is special.
As a photographer, I get to photograph this unique part of the world and by default, pretty much have it all to myself, relatively speaking. I have photographed Ayer’s Rock in Australia, the Great Pyramids in Egypt, but those were photographed on the run, there was no opportunity to become intimate with those landscapes. The rest of you are free to come here to photograph the Wisconsin barns and pastures, but not like I can. So, yeah, I have them all to myself the same as one of you may have Ayer’s Rock all for your very own.
That makes us all lucky for being where we are.
I was out today photographing, but I did not have my “Stock Hat” on. The work today was for a different project and will never be uploaded to DT. I may have taken the long way of getting to the point of this blog, but why are you a photographer to begin with? Have you ever asked yourself that? Actually, you don’t really need to ask yourself that because photography is just something that you do. There are people who love to take pictures and then there are photographers.
I mentioned it had snowed; today I was out photographing a subject for my project and needless to say, it was cold. The wind didn’t help for being able to keep warm but there I was, standing on a back road, with my camera, and waiting for the clouds to move on. I saw the sun would come out for a short time if I waited, which was perfect, because the sun would be at my back and light the scene in front of me.
I’m not going to dare answering the question of why you are a photographer. When you stand out in bad weather waiting for the clouds to move, I think there is something to that. Doing photography for the sake of photography, knowing it has no use for stock or other endeavors, again, there may be something to that. And exploring your part of the world, becoming intimate with it, being inspired from it, there has to be something to that, too. I would think there has to be!
There is no time to do that when I go to places like Ayer’s Rock or Egypt because they do not belong to me, I snap pictures and move on. But in your special part of the world, do you snap pictures and move on? Or do you find yourself immersed in it?