Heh. Well, said, Kevin. Especially the part about having fun. "If it ain't fun, we shouldn't be doing it"
There is a lot of truth to what Rob says, too. :
a cellphone is simply all anybody needs 99% of their life. The extra 1%? The hell with it.
Perhaps we have all been making buggy whips after all! That would be a fine irony.
What if photography simply became so good, so easy, so common, that it just bit itself on the ass and bled to death?
I think the bite happened a while back, and came in two nibbles: it came as a sensor that opened the door to 'free' pictures, and in direct consequence of that, let me quote the next part of the killing from the Ontario photographer who wrote the very clever Trump take-off:
"Our photographers are the best photographers in the world. The best. You can hire them, you can
pay them with opportunities for exposure, the best way to pay." ............ Glenn Springer
I believe that if you remove what was once the glamour, the sex-appeal of the professional photographer (no, not the High Street guy) you at once take away a lot of the 'wannabe' part of the mixture that certainly attracted a lot of us to photography. It promised to provide a passport to all manner of interesting and exciting things in life: travel, magazine exposure, posters the size of buildings (wow -
that fit your ego?) breathtaking women, sports, wars, an endless list of things usually denied mere mortals.
But now, with magazines slowly going further downmarket in a hopeless endeavour to catch the widest common denominator, going off-print and, thus, losing a lot of their tactile pleasures, the spìral to the bottom seems faster than ever.
So, who's going to be left still wanting to spend a lifetime working down that particular pit?
Remove the dream and you have nothing much left behind. Which probaby explains, in part, the mess of ancillary materials that now surround photography, the once ultimate means of self-expression that a non-artist could explore? I'm afraid we're left with the solids that couldn't pass down the sinkhole in that bath. Pity the baby was so thin.
Rob