The aftermath of logging

I am writing an article today for Peter Eastway’s Better Photography Magazine. It is so slow to come out right now, and I have been researching some of the photographs that I am putting in it.

I found this little gem taken a few minutes after the one I am moved so much by.

Yesterday I was talking to Herb Asherman during a talk on photography to the Cleveland Photo Fest Group. He was ribbing me because I am happy to take so many photographs. Being a strictly 8 x 10 film man himself, he struggled to understand why I would take a thousand photographs of a nude model in an afternoon.

I tried to explain, I just love pressing the shutter.

I don’t need to apologize for taking so many photographs when it is my joy do I? Rhetorical question in case you were wondering. I do it for fun. Because I love it.

I sit with work like this one which is eleven years old and am so happy to discover it just a few minutes ago in my catalogue. I love going through old work to see what I can discover. Five years old is better than three. Ten is just magical.

I go hunting for gems. Actually, I hunt for masterpieces. And they keep turning up. I am not saying this is a masterpiece. That is for someone else to decide. But to me is is beautiful.

Masterpieces were used to show ones skill to enter the guild. They were the artworks or craft works that an artisan created to be judged against.

This makes me feel sad for the forest that was stripped from here. Why are we still logging old growth forests in Tasmania? When we will we start planting more trees and try to reveres climate change?

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