Opened up some random folders. Found this… from seven years ago… it’s a strange, sweet feeling to realise how long I’ve been doing this. Nine years of photography. Some more successful than others. Lots of searching for whatever could be my “voice”. Still searching for it. Both by looking back and looking around me in the everyday life. And once in a while I find a photo from way back which seems to connect with me. It’s hard to describe what makes it do that and explain why some photos have that ability, and not others. But that’s the big task for every photographer I guess. To take and find those photos which pops out, communicates and means something to someone. If a photo means something for only the photographer, then it has achieved something. But hopefully by sharing them they will start mean something to other people as well.