Well this picture is a throwback to April 2009, a time before my life became more occupied with work and the personal arena.
Scott Kelby at Photoshop Insider recently published a piece on portfolio management. It really felt in similar spirit to one which I published not too long ago.
It brought up an interesting philisophical question to which I have answered for myself.
Consider the following, I’ve taken around 7,000 pictures this year with my Canon EOS 5D Mark II. Before my life got busier,I could spend all weekend and many hours on a weeknight just to whittle down a set of 300 photos down to a worthy 80, all processed to my satisfaction, labored over for hours. Well now I still process photos, but may get 20-30 minutes a day, which slows the process down tremendously.
Scott Kelby states that published work should only consist of the best of the best photos. Every photographer has bad photos, but the judge of a photographer’s portfolio should consist of the best to give the average drive-by websurfer a good glimpse of talent.
Well if thats the case, why bother developing ones that won’t be close to making your top photo collection? Why not develop just the cream of the crop, and grow your photo pool that way.
Its the lazy and easy way. It requires a lot of honesty, and another judge of talent to know which of your babies you are gonna discard.
Thats right you heard it here. A photograph to a photographer is a living, breathing moment that has a part of the soul incorporated in its pixels.
Well after posing this question to myself, I’ve come to the following conclusions:
1)Good pictures cannot occur without a reference – since bad pictures get better with time and skill, the caliber of good photography will only get better with an increase of bad photos as well
2)You never know what a gem could be hidden in a bad photo with a little development. The short, neglected child could grow into a champion
Therefore, although arduous and a lot slower, I will continue to be true to the philosophy of developing every photo to the last drop. Whether I’ll ever catch up or not is another mystery in itself.