watching the grass grow
For most of my photographic life, I assumed that photography required three things: a camera, something worth photographing, and the ability to walk over to it. The first two have never been particularly difficult. The third has become a problem. Arthritis has gradually made standing and walking increasingly difficult, and eventually I had to admit
Getting older is a strange experience because nobody warns you that eventually your body will begin filing complaints about things you used to do without even thinking. When I was younger, I could jump out of bed in the morning and immediately go about my business. Now, getting out of bed is a carefully negotiated
For a long time, photography meant walking. I would take a camera, go somewhere, wander around and see what I could find. The walking was almost as much a part of photography as the camera itself. Now that I can no longer walk, that part of photography has simply disappeared. I can’t stroll down a