It’s been 99 days since I completed my 365 day journey through Vermont’s 251 towns. At times it feels as though the journey still continues, but more often, it feels like a lifetime away. Not having a deadline allows the other demands of my life to once again displace photography; I’ve scarcely been out shooting since October. What has changed however is that through this journey I’ve found my way back to who I am as an artist.
Posted by: admin | Jan 06, 2014
Yesterday I received my copy of the 251 Club of Vermont Club Winter newsletter. I glanced through the pages, intrigued as always by the enthusiasm and passion so many Vermonters and non Vermonters alike share for this state and all of its special places. When I reached the final page, as always, I checked to see who else has completed their quest. I was a bit taken aback when I did not see my name among those who had reached Plus member status since the last publication. An innocent oversight, I’m sure; I had only notified the Club of my completion through their contact form shortly after completing my journey. Other than that and the two feature articles in The Valley News and Seven Days, in a sea of four thousand fellow members, there was little way for the club’s administrators to even be aware of my 365 day quest. This started as a personal project, a rigorous self assignment to force my greatest passion in life, photography, back into the forefront of my life. So why should I feel slighted that such an accomplishment had been overlooked?
In a way, this journey was metaphoric. I’ve been struggling to find my place as a photographer since I left photography school in 1999. Perhaps it would have been much easier if I had, as I had so wanted, become a professional photographer twenty years earlier. Knowing in my heart that I needed for photography to always be an integral part of my life, I jumped off a cliff , as my sister aptly characterized my walking away in my late 30’s from a successful career in the investment business to chase a childhood dream. While I pretended that I knew how I would make a go of it after completing a ten month rigorous vocational program in photography, I really had no idea what I was going to do when I finished school, nor did I particularly care at the time. I just knew that I needed to be doing something with photography. Read more...