There are two types of photographers who impress the hell out of me. One is the wartime photojournalist, who puts his or her life on line to document real stories and images behind the world's most dangerous conflicts. [I've written about it before -- Would You Die for a Photo?]. Without their work, truths get lost, and the stakes are as high as they can get. The other is the extreme photographer. I'm not talking... read more ›
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There are times when the work is easy. When it's 3am and there is a connected feeling, when ideas flow effortlessly. When the inner critic who otherwise stunts creativity gets gagged, bound and shoved into a dark closet. And then there are the opposite times. When the feeling of being "blocked" or stunted creatively is powerfully frustrating and the inner critic rages supreme - where nothing of value seems to find its way to the... read more ›
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