There have been so many times in my career as a photographer, were I have not struggled to get the shot. Where I am one with my camera, it is an extension of my eye, mind, body, and creative soul. Where I never miss the critical moment, a rock so to speak. The memory cards always full with images of the world’s best kitesurfers and surfers pushing their sports and their bodies to the limits, or of magical landscapes that defy imagination. I can lay down to sleep knowing that I did my job to the best of my abilities and all I have to do is send some emails with crisp bright images full of action and beauty to the editors and the bank account will continue to stay on an even keel.
There is always night when there is day, good and evil, life and death, victory and defeat. It is inevitable. Nothing is ever perfect, at least not long term. In my personal life I have known many periods of sunshine and happiness. And as you probably can imagine, I have also seen the darker days. A Happy marriage and a painful divorce (mine and my parents). Financial prosperity and struggle, Dreams of a career flying giant beautiful machines through the sky dashed by the terrorist attacks on 911, followed by a satisfying career as a photographer and writer. A Happy family and friends, and the death of some of them.
I have been working as a professional photographer writer for many years now and have had my ups and downs. Seeing my work on the glossy pages of magazines and books, then getting back stabbed by other photographers. Editors calling and trying to outbid the other mag for shots of magical days, and the nagging disappointment of emails gone unanswered after sending great material. Perfect days that I could do no wrong followed by breathtaking images lost to scratched film, corrupt memory cards, broken lenses, careless lab work.
You see, life is series of balancing acts; it is how you handle your time spent on the high wire that is life that defines you
You may wonder where this is all going and where is it coming from… I had a recent trip, a dream trip really. Amazing talented athletes, a beautiful land with huge waves and brilliant light. And a bag full of camera gear that had gone off like spoiled milk. There is a down side of living in a tropical paradise, it breaks camera gear down. Bumps and extreme use take its toll. At the end of the day, it worked well enough to get the job done but not well enough for me to feel that I did my best, only the best I could with the tools I had.
My gear was graciously carried by a good friend thousands of miles back to the United States and sent to the magicians at Canon for refurbishing, Just another bump in the road of life. I once wrote… don’t live life looking in the rear view mirror as you may not like what you’ve left behind, yet the road ahead lies pure potential.