This stage of my life feels incredibly new to me. I mean, I’m sure I have been here before. But it feels like uncharted waters. I am at a place (many of us are) where the plethora of choices are mine to make and mine alone. It’s as if all the parental and authoritative figures have steped away into the darkness and are now invisible. Is this what being an adult is?

I am home now, after a long weekend of vacation, partying and playing. One of the best things about coming home after many days off is making a list and thinking about all the things I am going to cross of. That feels so fucking good. But anyways, I lay our my whole list of certain to-do’s, oil change, car registration, invoice these people, blah blah blah. But then I get to my ideas in photography. I have realized now, I am not very good at working on multiple projects at one time. I just end about working on tiny pieces of each one and making very little progress. Not very satisfying. In school, we were forced to commit to one project and received feedback on our potential project. It seemed easier to make a choice. But now many of us have lost that creative net to bounce ideas off of. It’s not that I am scared, I just dont have ten people agreeing that I am focusing on the right subject matter. I guess I am easily influenced? I dont know.

The descion (I think) I have come to, at this point, for now, is to work on a set of night images at started in Spring at RIT. The feelings about the project have changed, and the landscape is affecting the way I proceed. I stopped making these images for a while and did some testing. Finally I created a few that felt fresh and breathed a little life. It seems the more I am interested in photography, the more specific I need to get. Bottle neck effect?