Someone must have shared Josef K’s portfolio, for one morning, without having done anything truly self-promotional, he was lauded.
I am no longer an invisible photographer.
Somewhere in la Mancha, in a place whose name I do not care to remember, a photographer lived not long ago, one of those who has a camera and a speedlight and keeps a bag of lenses and a tripod for shooting.
It was the best of photography, it was the worst of nothing, it was the age of sharing, it was the age of privacy.
A photograph has no beginning or end; arbitrarily one chooses that moment of experience from which to look back or from which to look ahead.
Someone must have shared Josef K’s portfolio, for one morning, without having done anything truly self-promotional, he was lauded.
Fine Art Photographer
Fine Art Photographer
Fine Art Photographer
