ok, maybe not my biggest fear, but pretty big.

slate.com has an article on photographing with Martin Parr, the kitschy, often hilarious and endlessly witty British documentarian. Summed up the author tells us something we tell ourselves endlessly, yet it never ceases to calm self-doubt.

“The lesson is simple: Photograph what you love.”    – my biggest fear …. what if no one wants to look at what I love to look at? Oftentimes I feel like I like to look at the most boring of things, oftentimes not even people, but objects. Maybe it’s just a phase, but what is the significance in it? Either way, there’s not much else I can do besides that for now. I know there’s a reason for looking, but it doesn’t matter for shit if no one else sees a reason…