These are strange times for photography. Everyone – plus their dog, their eight-year-old daughter, and the daughter’s dog – is a photographer. So, either the term “photographer” has no meaning, or it must begin to mean something new, and quickly.
New – or old. A feature of the professional photographer used to be mastery of really difficult and intractable technical problems using arcane technology: cumbersome camera bodies, quirky lenses, imperfect tools, chemicals, unpredictable processes.
Now? All is predictable. One would think the only measure of progress is to shoot faster, sharper, easier and in greater quantity. Kids and novice photogs can shoot better – technically better – images than pro photographers did after years of training and experience.
When all is predictable, art ceases to exist.
So here’s what I’ve decided: For the most part, I’m asking fans and potential buyers to come see my work as it was intended to be seen – As print pieces, and in person. I’m removing most of the images from my sites, and instead, will gladly present to potential buyers or offer a catalogue for a fee.