Charles Baudelaire called photography “the refuge of all failed painters who are too little talented or too lazy.“ Whether he was right or not, I like his definition. Photography as a refuge. Photography as an acknowledgement of failure. Triumph of laziness. The world of the bourgeois: snapping.
I follow the trend. I snap. Everything: rocks, plants, animals. Instead of a gun, I take my camera with me for hunting. The victims of bad photography are delighted: a wildlife shooting is no longer fatal.