As photographers we are used to failure. Unless I am unusual, and in this particular area I don't think I am, we are more unsuccessful than successful. We do a shoot and take a number of photographs, we look at the contact sheets/images on the screen and select only those that meet whatever criteria we have set, the rest are discarded. We define ourselves not by our successes but our failures. Indeed it is what drives us on, to perfect our art, to make the next photograph better than the last. But we know failure, we know its frustration, its stigma. For every success we have a thousand failures. Indeed recently it has been estimated that it takes 10,000 hours of practice to become really competent in whatever field of endeavour we are working.
So why this dwelling on failure? Well I have had one of those shoots. I spent most of the morning in Swithland Woods, a popular woodland area. For the most part it was deserted and so I had time just to ponder and think about what I was taking. In fact there really wasn't much to take. I had continued the experiment with the tilt and shift lens. I also continued to work with the G9 and tethered flash. But nothing really worked. So I changed my approach and started to use 2nd curtain flash on bushes as they swayed in the stiff breeze. This was far more successful, but not what I had thought about when I set out. So this is why I started to think about failure. Sometimes things go totally wrong. Sometime they just don't gel but perhaps the worst is when they don't do anything at all. When you get one of those days it is really frustrating. Today was one those days. Still there is always tomorrow.
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