The last 12 months have been the craziest, busiest, and most exhilarating of my life. I have never worked so hard, pushed myself to such extremes, and still walked off the “battlefield” with a smile on my face. The highs were high, the lows were low, and I did exactly what I set out to do.
I wouldn’t change a thing.
225 festivals attended and photographed in 1 city in the space of 1 year.
If I repeat myself a lot it’s simply because I still can’t quite believe it all, like it’s just a dream and I’m going to wake up any minute and realize that none of it happened.
But it did. And I have well over 3600 images to prove it.
Now it is all over and I have the luxury of time again. Time to reminisce, time to sort through thousands of negatives, time to make sense of it all. Not for long, though. Soon it will be time to buckle down and get to the really hard part: drumming up some press and preparing submissions for prospective publishers (or possibly be facing the long, frustrating road of self-publishing), and most importantly, organizing the best of the best images into a cohesive photo essay.
But for at least a moment I can let myself enjoy this feeling of accomplishment, to allow myself the time to remember the stories as I sift through my photographs.
This most likely will not be my last blog post, although they will probably be even more sporadic than before, but I would like to take this moment to thank all of you. Thank-you for every like you have given my images and posts, thank-you for taking the time to read my ramblings, thank-you for following along on this crazy ride… I couldn’t have done it without your support. In my most desperate moments you have all kept me going, and I truly appreciate every little bit.