Photography is an inherently nostalgic medium, but I need to live in the future, not the past.
At the beginning of February 2006 I got one of those shocking reminders that life doesn't stand still, and of the foolishness of living in the past. The future, as they say, is where it's at, and we'll be living there soon enough. This is pretty counter to my character, though; I've always been the brooding type. And photography is also about the past: About what happened, about trying to catch an instant, forever.
So what I need to do in life is in direct opposition to my greatest current interest.
I like to photograph contrasts - the shape of waves in rock, for example - so maybe this tension just reflects that. Maybe it's just another contrast. Or maybe I can resolve the conflict.