I finished these shots quite some time ago – the red background ones are outtakes from the Resolutions project, and the blue ones were prompted by getting shoes as a Christmas gift.
I just pulled them out of my stack of work prints. I haaaaated the running shoe shots when I first finished them. I thought they were hokey and overly contrived. But I like them now. They’re still kinda hokey, and I’m certainly ok with contrived, but some affection for them has appeared.
It’s a strange process sometimes, the convolutions in the relationship between me and my photos. Some I love immediately, but the love fades over a couple weeks. Others I recognizes as technically great, but I hate whatever happened to the idea on it’s way from my head to the paper. And there are some I have loved for a long, long time.
But in thinking about it I realize this is also true for the work of other photographers, and even movements or trends within photography. I loved the Jill Greenberg look when I first encountered it…now, not so much (although I still love the apes).
I suppose it’s worth a look at what images have been extremely durable, to see what’s there, what helps that to happen.