![]() ![]() The voice of that despair suggests seducingly to me that I should give it up, that I'm a phony, that I've made all the good pictures I'm ever going to, and I have nothing more worth saying. It isn't long before I have to take a breather, having reached the first significant plateau of doubt and lightweight despair. But, then, after sometimes two or three more good ones, the next dozen are duds, and that cavalier stroll becomes an uphill slog. This freak of a good picture inevitably inspires a cocky confidence, making me think this new project will be a stroll in the park. “That's the way it sometimes goes for me: I start on a new series of pictures and right away, in some kind of perverse bait-and-switch, I get a good one. ![]()
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