Lost & Found

It gets difficult to write sometimes. I get in my head about it, especially once enough time has passed. I overthink things and wonder what the meaning of it all is. I lose the point. I get distracted. And so for the past few years now, I’ve struggled with what I want this blog to be. I’ve wondered why I still want to write at all, who I am now versus 15 years ago, and who I want to become.

I’d like to be looser here, more honest. I’d like to share stories about old photographs, talk about life and what it’s like being a working creative, someone with a long career who still struggles to feel relevant in a changing industry.

Work is work, but maybe there’s a way to write more about what I love, about what motivates me, and how those things have changed over time. But the first thing will just be to write. And to add a few photographs here and there.

This is an image from a few years ago in Sydney. I’m going through things, trying to find an edit that encompasses forgotten pictures, b-roll, and photographs orphaned from other projects along the way. A mood board of missed moments. Castoffs. Alternate takes. Photographs lost and then found again. Let’s see.