I started to post to my photoblog today, but decided against it.
There’s a big difference between a good photograph, and a great one. I have a lot of good ones, only a few great ones, I think. I know I’m my own worst critic, but I also know my own potential. And I know that I won’t stop, my next great photo is within arm’s reach.
This is what I was going to post:

It’s a good image, nicely composed, good contrast….but it isn’t great. It’s lacking. And I’m not sure what I would have, or could have, done differently to make it better….maybe move in closer, or have the two guys a little more off-centered. Or maybe this is as good as it gets, it’s just not that interesting enough of a scene.
Anyway…more on my ‘journey for a personal style’….
I talked to my husband about it…and I’m disappointed in myself for not talking with him about it sooner. I told him how I felt my photographs are all over the map -style wise. He really knows me better than anyone. His response was: “Chantal, that’s your personality. You don’t like to be classified into any specific category in any other area of your life, why would your photography be any different?”
He’s so right. It is my personality. Why do I feel the need to pigeon-hole myself into any particualr genre? Instead of seeing it as a detriment, I choose to see it as an advantage. I’m versatile.
From On Being a Photographer:
“A unique style…is the by-product of visual exploration, not its goal. Personal vision comes only from not aiming at it. Over a long period of time and through many, many images, the self re-emerges with even greater strength than if it were the end-product. Ironically, by starting with self, it is missed; ignore it, and it becomes evident.”
I promise I’m over the ‘personal style’ issue.


