Hello! So tomorrow I head to Copenhagen and then fly to Budapest at 7 AM Friday morning. Last year around this time I dreamed about traveling somewhere and being a photographer who travels around the world. I got into this whole photo thing to become a staff photographer at National Geographic. (ok, hold the laughter) Then a few years back, I learned that they don't have staff photographers. Still in school, and learning that the majority of photographers share this same dream, it seemed a bit impossible and unrealistic. But last June, I never thought that I'd be sitting in my apartment in Denmark writing this. I figured I would just be doing the same old same old, looking at websites and books from photographers who have seen it all. Struggling to find my niche and fit into the world. Maybe I still haven't found my niche, but I've realized dreams become reality when you stick to what you want to do and stick with friends. Maybe I'll never find my niche, and maybe I don't need National Geographic to see the world. It's hard sometimes to realize I'm 22 years-old and still have plenty of time left for adventure. It's hard in this world of competition. I guess it's in my nature to have some sort of instant gratification. And I've always looked ahead. I got to Denmark and asked myself, "What next?" But it's not always about what the next thing is, it's about living in the moment and making some close friends along the way. It's about the small things in the only life we have and it's about doing what keeps you happy. Photography has been one of these things that has kept me content, but always wondering, what next? Life's an adventure and a time for risks. It's so true that you don't realize what you have until it's gone. So maybe it's not yet a "Photographic Life," as Sam Abell describes. But then again, almost every decision I've made has been because of photography. Maybe this really is what I should continue to try and do?
Along the way, there have been people who have helped me...held my hand at points...but have always steered me in the right direction. Dave Ellis for example. And I don't think I give you enough thanks. I don't think there are enough thank yous to say or ways to express how fortunate I've been to have friends like Dave, Dylan and Pete who have put up with me since the beginning. And for Mike and Reza who also really got me thinking in a different way while interning two summers ago. And for the 12 chodes who have constantly pushed me, you know who you are, thanks. And for my friends who I've made here in Denmark. Constantly being pushed to try something new and not take the safe way out. To take risks and break the norm. Emil, Dan, Hanne, Tonje, thanks.
Maybe I won't be a pioneer in something, or be an amazing photographer, but if one picture can affect one person in some way. If they hang it on their refrigerator, then I guess it's good enough for me. I often debated whether I should do photojournalism. I think it has become a lifestyle for me, especially while in school. And when something becomes so close, I question it as I question everything. Recently, I saw it as telling about other people's lives without living my own. Someone does something, boom, take a picture. Talk with them about them. Make a friend. Picture after picture of someone with a story, anyone. I'm generally a quiet person, so most non-photographers don't know what I do. I have a conversation with someone, I'm not going to announce, "yeah, I've photographed such and such." It's not who I am. Maybe this fits into telling about other people.
Anyways, enough of this stream of conscious bantering, I've got to go pack. Just felt like writing this before heading off because I don't think I will post until I get back. Maybe once or twice. We'll see. But it will be nice to get away from the idea that right after shooting something, I need to post it on the blog. Again, thanks to everyone who has helped me along the way. I'm in a position I never thought would have existed had it not been for all of you.
Oh, and THANKS to my parents. Had it not been for their love and support, nothing...NOTHING would have happened or continue to happen.
John