Maybe I'm alone in this sort of thought, but as a photographer (and I use that term very loosely), the more I progress, the less desire I have to photograph things that don't interest me, regardless of how much it might pay. I don't take photographs for a living, so I don't need to take paying jobs because I have a steady income (thankfully). But I've been there before, earning barely enough to eat more than Top Ramen, needing photo gigs to supplement my income to pay the bills, and I genuinely feel as though it compromised my work artistically. I was photographing things not because I wanted to, but because I needed to. Now, when I do take on a gig, there's got to be something about it that draws me in – that engages me – or else what's the point? And that really applies to my life in general – if it doesn't fuel and sustain my creative desires, then I simply don't see the point in pursuing it.
That's why I love, absolutely love taking these breathers with my friends. There's no stress, no pressure, no client needs, just being in a place I've never been, with people I love, taking photographs of things I want to see. Sometimes they work, sometimes they don't. But I'm afforded the rare opportunity to try things I normally don't get to.
More times than not, my only muse is my 11 year old son, who I have to bribe with Legos in order to let me snap a few rolls of film. But here, with Lindsey and Amanda, I'm free and they're always ready and willing to put themselves in positions a normal client wouldn't – like on a bug-and–algae-covered rock in the middle of the Rio Grande.
It's these little breaks from normalcy that inspire me as an artist and as a human – I don't get out all that much. Thank you, Lindsey and Amanda, for being a part of my much-needed little breaks.