No Guarantee

Photography has been such a gift in my life.  When I was lost, it helped to keep me moving forward every day, looking for something new to shoot.  Pushing me to seek adventures of all sizes, from foraging morels in Indiana, hiking mountains in Montana, or fishing saltwater flats in the Bahamas.

I do not need photography to propel me forward these days, I have created enough of my own momentum to sustain myself.   Instead, my camera is now more an extension of how I see the world visually.  I am not a great photographer; I even cringe saying that I am a photographer, the world is filled with people with more technical photography skills and know how.  I do have a good eye and pick up on visual nuances that are easily overlooked.  Sometimes I can compose that into a nice photo, sometimes it is an epic failure.  There are no guarantees.

Over the last two years in my life, I have been the recipient of so many gifts.  One of the gifts is that I no longer see the world in the same way, it is changing and evolving, I am growing a person and photographer, partly because of photography.  Leaning into this thing and see where it takes me, appears to be the best course of action.

Next week I leave this remote island and go to an even more remote and sparsely populated Bahamian island.  Holding promise to be a flats fishing paradise and source of visual inspiration like nothing I have ever experienced.   But the only real guarantee is that I will be a different person for the experience, and I am good with that…

It is the only guarantee I really need. 

“Hey, if you want me to take a dump in a box and mark it guaranteed, I will. I got spare time.” Tommy Boy