For the past several years I have labored under the illusion that I was sick of photography. What I have come to realize over the past week is that I am not tired of photography, I am burnt out on photographing people. The only people I love to photograph are family members. I am tired of photographing people and I don’t want to photograph models anymore like I used to.
I love still life shots, nature photography, macro photography, and lifestyle photography. It is not that I am not interested in people, but just that I feel I can say more about the human condition and speak to the soul more by photographing the objects of civilization and the nature that surrounds us than I can by photographing people themselves. It is just my personality.
I am rediscovering my passion for photography and developing a style with my favorite camera and editing apps. I tend to like rich, saturated colors or high contrast black and white. Right now faded vintage looks are really in, but I like bright colors and deep shadows. My style may not be the popular style, and it may not even be correct. But I create images I like. It is Marie style photography, sharp and rich. I am working on finding my visual voice. Somewhere along the line I lost it. I think it is because I abused photography for so long, and I let photography abuse me. I took something good, a wholesome art that brought me to God, and I let it tear me asunder. I used good for evil and it chewed me up and spit me out in so many ways.
But that is a topic for another day.