In my photography I've primarily been interested in finding the beauty in the mundane. I think it is inherent in the minutiae of day-to-day life, and that noticing it is important to my well-being. Lately, I've become more interested in how to turn those photographs into something more akin to art. I feel like I've been making snapshots for years, but I know my tools now, I know how my favorite film reacts in certain light, so now I can push myself. It's an amazing place to be, that space between knowing a lot, yet knowing how much there is still to explore. At the same time, though, it means that my inner critic is relentless. Some days I get back a roll of film, and say, "This is exactly what I should be doing, awesome." The next day, I'll look at the same photos, and think that they're utter crap, and that I should be up at sunrise every morning, perched up on a cliff capturing those glorious morning rays. I have to remind myself that all photography has merit, and that photography at its core is capturing moments. It's okay to photograph my dog chewing a stick on the beach on a brightly lit day, even if that means that it'll just be a snapshot instead of a work of art. That's a moment in time with beauty for me, even if no one else sees it, and most importantly, I had fun, and that's why I do this photography thing.
With that in mind, here's a collection of photos (all shot on film with either a Holga, Hasselblad 500 C/M, or Nikon FM), that are either snapshots, or art, and I think that's up to the viewer:
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