“Two roads diverged in a yellow wood. . .”
Robert Frost was on to something there. I am now just over a week from my 30th birthday and I am faced with a choice, to continue down the path I am on, well worn with a known payoff, or to forge a new path, one hard and unknown with a reward unknown.
I want to continue my journey back into photography and into the uncharted mountains of blogging, but there is a specter lurking at the start. I cannot pass this specter without cost.
On one hand I feel like photography is the thing I am meant to do. On the other the immediate reward of money is daunting.
To complicate the matter further this is all coming as I am about to take on the printing of my photos myself for greater control of the final product.
I’ve always respected those who sacrifice money for art, there is something noble in it, something pure for lack of a better word. The art means more than the money to them. Many of my favorite artists were only famous later in life of many years after their death, Rembrandt is a particular example.
I feel like I’m rambling, no thoughts are really coalescing into anything of substance. I guess I’m just venting some inner turmoil.
WC Fulks 