Copy of Copy

Early Man

I'm not one for obsessing over my many and varied mistakes, but the truth is, sometimes I screw things up. Although we can allegedly learn from our mistakes, sometimes it’s hard to grasp those lessons through the veil of soul-crushing despair. I wouldn't describe myself as a walking disaster, but when I do screw up, it's often in such a way that one might say I have a particular talent for it. And that's really how it began.

Anyway, it’s true that, back when dinosaurs roamed the Earth, I had studied photography in school and, to a certain extent, at university. But I’d long since set it aside in favour of girls, guitars, and graphic design. It was only in recent years, and as the result of a prolonged illness, that I had returned to photography—primarily as a means of getting myself back out into the world again. So, with my shiny new Canon camera, I hit the streets of the metropolis in pursuit of what some people might describe as street photography, whatever that might mean. And because it's what one does, I dumped most of these photographs—or at least the ones I considered worthy—into Instagram.

But after a couple of years, I was becoming a little jaded. It had become self-evident that Instagram was more about Twerking teenagers and sneezing pandas, that is to say, reels and AI-generated images, than it was about photography. The endless pursuit of followers seemed exhausting and a little pointless. Also, I was becoming less enamoured of the process itself. It was somehow losing its romance, and other pursuits, like writing music, left me little time to focus on my photography.

 Epic Fail 

But after a couple of years, I was becoming a little jaded. It had become self-evident that Instagram was more about Twerking teenagers and sneezing pandas, that is to say, reels and AI-generated images, than it was about photography. The endless pursuit of followers seemed exhausting and a little pointless. Also, I was becoming less enamoured of the process itself. It was somehow losing its romance, and other pursuits, like writing music, left me little time to focus on my photography.

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