Mining the film and digital archives of my photo library looking for presentable nuggets to put on display here in Dick's Picks is an an undertaking of untold hours of self-doubt, second-guessing, and self-flagellation with brief moments of fulfillment. Or, the typical process all photographers and or artists have to work through when asked to, as Paul Newman so eloquently put it in The Color Of Money, "show your ass" to the general public.
But it's something we all gladly, willingly do — and then beat ourselves up over and over and over again because we love to find those millisecond moments in our life, then simply click the shutter and hope to have captured what we thought we saw (or think we saw) inside our mind's eye.
It's alternately maddening, empowering, fulfilling, and frustrating — but, in the end, uplifting.
If I had dime for every click of the shutter that translated into a piece-of-crap photo I would be roaming the world in a custom, four-wheel drive RV with a jet-ski hooked up to the tow hitch beaming my photos from a satellite hook-up instead of excavating the archives at my home using my 27-inch iMac as my trommel panning for the few nuggets of gold from a huge mound of paydirt that is 41 years of slide film and megapixels.
I hope you enjoy the fruits of my labor from deep inside the Mezapixels Mine because there is plenty more to be excavated in the months ahead. I'll keep digging for it if you keep digging on it.
