Often in my personal photography, there is an element of self-confidence – or rather, the lack thereof – and comparison with others that is quite destructive. Sometimes I find, most usually after spending hours taking photos, that when I get home and download them, I am quite disappointed. Any confidence I may have had in my work during the shoot quickly dissolves into misery.
Two nights ago, as I feverishly downloaded photos I had just taken at a friend’s wedding, I realised with growing panic that I had chosen inappropriate settings for many shots – while they looked great on the LCD screen, they didn’t translate well on the laptop’s screen. Despondent, I began to do some basic editing – cropping, black and white conversion, adding some vintage effects. But as I worked, I began again to feel a connection to my photos and the events of the day. Now I was beginning to feel buoyant again, even though the amazing treasure trove I had hoped to return with seemed to have lost some of its glimmer. It was like gradually falling in love again with something I’d once discarded.