I finally got out with the camera this past weekend. I stopped on Canning Road where I have found so many pictures I really like that the place seems never to disappoint me. It runs parallel to, and just a few yards from a section of the Wallkill River that offers endlessly interesting and different subjects, or different light on the same subjects I've photographed before. I would have used the 4x5, but of late I've gotten so sick of dust on the film that become laborious to remove spots on the negative, that I almost always now use the P67, and did so here. Still, the view camera would have been more satisfying to use. It always slows me down...makes me look, and think,.and contemplate, and only then make the photograph that has ripened in my imagination. Nonetheless, the lesson is learned and I insist to myself that there's no hurry, no need to burn meaningless, ill considered frames of film.
I am often amused at the photographers who travel all over the world, but consistently return with the same photographs they could have made much closer to home because that's their "style". I'm so sure I'd do exactly the same thing that I no longer feel any temptation to wander away for the sole purpose of making photographs. Rather, I'd just love to visit the wonderful places that are currently so popular like Iceland (now with its' volcano), Antarctica, Greenland, and so on. I'd probably look for the kind of photograph I am drawn to make, but I'd be thrilled to make it in one of those fascinating places.