“With experience, I’m getting better at identifying this distinction, wilfully separating the experience from the potential end result as I make the photograph. I’ll tell myself things like “there’s no photo here, but it’s a great memory” or “nice view, no picture” and keep on walking. It’s often still the images that I’ve made almost casually in passing and then completely forgotten about that ultimately linger the longest. Maybe it’s true then, that time heals all wounds. It fogs the memory, dampens my passions and provides a necessary dose of rationality and rigor during the editing process.”
It just occured to me that I have in my possession all 3 of my dream cameras. It is like one of those moments that border on almost disbelief at how far I have come (i.e. like the time when I looked into the mirror and realised that I have finally gotten my arm tattooed just like I have always wanted).
So late last week, I was assigned a new patient who was admitted for mild right-sided weakness and cerebellar signs. I did a quick assessment, then gave her a series of exercises to do. The next day, she showed much improvement and told me she had been doing the exercises all day. I let her know how pleased I was and she simply replied, “If it is to be, it is up to me.”