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Poppies. These poppies came out of their wrapping like this, I love how tangled up they are, permanently joined because of the way they have grown together.

Hi,

I hope you are well?

I need to tell you something about my Fragile Beauty series, though it isn’t easy to say.

There’s a particular kind of morning I used to find things would literally call to me. Cool light, everything still slightly wet, the world waking up before anyone else was moving. I’d be drawn to a flower already past its best, petals starting to curl or drop, and something in me would recognise it before my mind had caught up. That flower was me. Fragile, worn round the edges, still somehow holding its shape. Making those pictures never felt like a decision so much as a reaching for something, the way you reach for a lifeline rather than plan one.

These days a flower like that still stops me most mornings I go out. The light I use is familiar now, the ones that will call to me are easy to spot, and the finished image forms in my mind long before the camera has even come up. All of that should sound like getting better at something. Some days, it just feels like a formula.

When a subject once mirrored a wound, and the wound begins to heal, it makes sense that the subject would speak more quietly too. The same can be said of any feeling or time, it doesn’t have to be a wound. That isn’t failure, whatever it might feel like at the time. It’s closer to healing simply doing what healing does, quietly and without asking permission.

The trouble comes when the work carries on regardless, because by then the hands know exactly what will land well. Something good gets made without ever quite being felt, and it’s in that narrow gap, between what looks right and what actually feels true, that the emptiness tends to arrive. There’s a different question worth asking for exactly this reason: not is it good enough, but does it feel like I felt, is it authentically me. When the first question answers itself easily and the second one goes quiet, that’s usually the sign worth paying attention to.

Nothing has actually been lost. The image has simply stopped being asked to mean something new.

So if any of this sounds like your own version of Fragile Beauty, take it as an invitation rather than a warning. There’s nothing wrong in it. It’s simply a small act of reconnection waiting to happen, not a crisis of confidence.

Some of you are further along this same road, not sitting with a flat feeling while still working, but somewhere quieter than that, because the camera itself has gone still for a while. If that’s you, there’s something worth hearing before anything else: that quiet hasn’t undone a single thing. Whatever photography once gave you is still yours, resting rather than lost, in much the same way you might be.

Falling out of step with something that once held you rarely has much to do with the something itself. More often it’s a sign that life has moved on, and you’ve moved with it, so the old way in simply doesn’t fit the shape you’ve become. That’s worth treating as information to help you rather than a verdict on your ability.

There’s no timeline for finding your way back, and no reason required as large as the one that first brought you to it. Come back quietly, for no grand purpose at all, exactly when it feels right, and it needn’t start with a camera in hand.

None of what follows needs to fix anything, because this doesn’t feel like something wanting fixing, only noticing, and slowly being let back in. Some of these paths involve a camera and some don’t, since the feeling underneath all of this was never really about photography alone.

It helps to start with why rather than what: not what to photograph next, but why any of this ever mattered in the first place. That question tends to carry you further back than any new subject could.

A notebook can do some of the noticing before a camera gets involved again. A line or two about a colour, a feeling, a moment of light is often enough, and words have a way of returning before pictures do. There’s no wrong order to any of this.

Stillness helps too, quite literally. A few minutes sitting somewhere familiar with no aim of making anything, or a walk without a destination, can be enough to remember what it feels like simply to be present, which is really what this has always been about underneath. I like to sit with my eyes closed, removing the visual sense often allows us to follow a sound or smell that might open our curiosity to something.

Sometimes the way back runs through an entirely different creative door: a little poetry, read or badly written, some drawing, finger painting, dancing round the kitchen to something loud, or humming while the washing up gets done. None of it needs to be good, and none of it is a detour. It’s the same root, sending up a different shoot for a while. You are just learning to let go, to enjoy being and beginner again.

If the camera is still in hand but the feeling has flattened, changing one small thing rather than everything tends to help: Use only one lens - your least favourite, different light, an unfamiliar corner of the garden, a flower usually walked past. Perhaps take a workshop in a genre that scares you a little. The aim isn’t to reinvent the work, only to surprise yourself slightly, which is often enough.

And if the camera has been resting a good while, let it simply come along, the way a coat comes along just in case. There’s no obligation to make a single frame. Being near the thing again is sometimes enough on its own.

Whatever door feels right, it helps to say it out loud to someone. Naming a feeling like this takes some of its weight away, and it is far more ordinary than the quiet tends to let us believe.

Fragile Beauty hasn’t stopped meaning something to me. It’s simply asking to be met differently now than it was twelve years ago, because the person who first picked up that camera out of desperation isn’t quite who’s holding it today. Somewhere along the way there’s been a shift from watching a life to living inside it, and this change in the work feels like part of that same movement.

If things have gone quiet for you too, however long that’s been, there’s nothing in that worth worrying over. It probably just means growth has happened somewhere and your work hasn’t quite caught up yet.

There’s no rush to force the old feeling back. The invitation is only to stay curious about what this practice, or whichever creative practice calls to you, might want to say now, as you are today.

I’d love to hear where you are with it, whatever that looks like.

Thank you for your time today

Best wishes

Paul

I just wanted to share one more thing with you. Yesterday, I was sent an email by Dorothee Out following the end of my Humble Eye online workshop. Dorothee was given a beautiful picture book by the Dutch author and artist Octavie Wolters. The book is about a starling who loves nature so much that he sings a song about it. He asks every bird in the forest what they love most. The robin tells him something that immediately made her think of wabi sabi: "Don't forget to sing about the beauty of a withering flower, says the robin. When its petals turn to paper and you can hear their voices crackling in the wind. They say: everything passes, but that's all right, because something new will come again."

I thought was a very beautiful part of the story to share with you all because as photographers we often look for the perfect when in truth the imperfect, broken and withered has a richer story to tell.

I also thought it fitted in very well with what I wanted to offer today.

There is an English version of the book available here

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Nature does not rush its transition; it transitions softly, inviting us to do the same.

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There is a German version too and in the US it is available from all good bookstores and The Getty Museum

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