"I sat in a corner with the afternoon light coming in over my shoulder and wrote in the notebook. The waiter brought me a cafe creme and I drank half of it when it cooled and left it on the table while I wrote. When I stopped writing I did not want to leave the river where I could see the trout in the pool, its surface pushing and swelling smooth against the resistance of the log-driven piles of the bridge."
-Ernest Hemingway, " The River" (from A Moveable Feast)
So why am I quoting Hemingway on my portrait photography blog? I like to read books about fishing during long stretches of crummy weather. Ash got me a compilation called Hemingway on Fishing, and this passage struck home. Not because a cafe in the St. Germain neighborhood of Paris sounds pretty nice on a gloomy day in Cuyahoga Falls. Not because the trout are calling for me to cast them a #16 Adams dry fly. But because I often drift off thinking about future photo projects. I daydream of waking up early to catch the good light, or imagine a "pre-game" walk through before embarking on wedding photography. What hit me about this passage is that I'm disappointed when I come back to reality, and it's nice to be passionate enough about my job to daydream about doing it.
PS Not that I am some sort of photographic Hemingway, he was writing Big Two Hearted River in that cafe...I sure do like daydreaming about pretty photos though.
PPS I'm not gonna lie, I also like daydreaming about rising trout and a #16 Adams...
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