24 August 2010
Annual Purge and Cleanse down the Oregon coast.
I have an expensive camera. I have two lenses. I even have a dictaphone. I have lots of tattered and battered notebooks. I have a pen. I have all this as I once had dillusions of becomming some form of journo. When I hit the road I usually stuff all this into my duffle bag with a spare pair of underwear, some 60mm skateboard wheels and some surf wax. I tell myself, I must take more photos and more notes when I'm out and about. It will be material for future projects, I reason. It will be documentation of the things I've seen and done.
But in reality, I know it has been a successful trip when:
The underwear remains unchanged
The camera's memory card is still full
The notebooks are empty
And no one needs to know
That was then
This is now
All you've got