I spent a portion of tonight looking through some old images from a coal essay I worked on in grad school for an Appalachia gallery I’m hoping to throw up on my website.
Around that time I wrote this in my journal:
Will I ever be good enough? The idea often haunts me. Do I have what it takes to make it in this profession? Do I even want to be in this profession? The competition at times feels stifling.
I still have a year and a half before the reality of finding a job sets in. (Now that reality is here.)
In this time I can focus on my growth as both a person and a photographer.
What happens when my concern grows to wanting a family? Raising a son or daughter to the best of my abilities?
Will my photography suffer? It may, but my life will be in full blossom.
The spring rains bring the fruitations of life.
I can’t wait to bask in those rains when they arrive.
Here are a few images I’m drawn to tonight. That will likely change come morning, but tonight I’m going to enjoy them.
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