I've thought a bit about what role photography has in the mental workings of my strange and terrifying mind. It's not what I'd call my first love, but my second - writing is my first. But at the same time, I drew obsessively as a kid, and making pictures of that sort progressed into my teens until I really started wanting to write. I think photography taps into that visual creativity of my early years, while satisfying in a quicker, more visceral way the desire to get something inside of me out, so to speak. Writing takes a good deal more time and peace and quiet for me in general. It's just not easy to devote enough time to it with an adult life and full time employment, but I still try to eke things out in the quiet moments. If I had only writing and no photography (an unlikely scenario since cameras are ubiquitous) I would probably go crazy trying to balance out time to write with the rest of life.
Interestingly enough, while I'd love to eventually write for a living, I have no desire to do that, whatsoever, with photography. There is literally no allure in the professional photographer's world for me.
Interestingly enough, while I'd love to eventually write for a living, I have no desire to do that, whatsoever, with photography. There is literally no allure in the professional photographer's world for me.