Late last year I mentioned here about my tendency towards landscapes, and how that was my first photographic motivation. In another entry I also said I was too lazy to be a landscape artist. Both statements are true.

Despite the paradox, one can clearly see the focus in this project’s imagery.

The majority of my work here somehow begins with an inspiration. That’s obvious. But unbeknownst to you, there is an ebb and flow in that context, a constant flux of my interest between that which I see and what I think.

If there is a pattern to my work, it is unclear even to me. That I photograph the land around me could only be a product of where we live. Would I lean on philosophy more if we lived in an urban area?

I often ponder about the origins of my motivations to think and take pictures because I realize how insignificant this is, and that my work serves mostly me. My views of the website are probably 80% of its exposure to the world; whether or not I’m productive in it, I review this project constantly.

What is the point if no one else knows about my thinking, why continue this project at all? Again, that’s a long way of questioning my motive.

I’ll have to think more upon it.