I’ve been thinking about photography a lot lately. Well, by default, I am nearly always thinking about photography anyway, but lately it’s been different.
I’ve been suffering some serious burnout recently. At one point, it got so bad that I didn’t even want to make any photos at all. No, that isn’t entirely accurate. I wanted to make photos, but I wasn’t inspired to do so. The feeling was as if someone stuck me in a featureless, white spheroid room and told me to make the best photo of my life while I was in there.
I haven’t used my rangefinders in at least two weeks. I even moved my Mac from my studio to my house so I wouldn’t be forced to go in and do any photo work. I’ve had a few photo assignments, but not as many as I should have had.
The reason may be that, since hockey season ended, and since the Spurs season is over, all of my fun regular assignments are done until October. Now is the time when I have to fall back on fluff assignments to make a living. Weddings, event coverage, etc. Those are the assignments that can actually make me the most money, but let’s face it, I’m not in photography for the money. No, no. I am a photojournalist. We don’t make much money, by default, but fuck if we aren’t the most passionate about our chosen path. I’ve certainly never met a wedding photographer who is as apt to get in someone’s face in defense of their craft as – well – any of my PJ friends.
Some of us like to start fights about it.
My slump is all linked in to the fact that making a living as a shooter in San Antonio is not like doing it in some place like LA or New York. The work here definitely is seasonal for someone like me – someone who gets bored easily. That’s why I don’t specialize in one thing, like most architectural, commercial, and wedding photographers do. I burn out. I like photojournalism because it’s like a box of chocolates. You know the rest of that sentence.
I think I’m going to switch it up a bit. I’ll try to occupy myself in other ways. Maybe I’ll make that film I’ve been kicking around in my head. Maybe I’ll string some news video. Maybe I’ll pimp.
I think this will end up doing me some good. I’ll get some rejuvenation out of it for sure.