There are a few things I’ve done in my life which I hate while I’m doing it, but keep coming back for more. One was the sporting results website I ran while at university — for one long weekend every year I’d work 24 hours a day on the site, collating results, piecing things together, and doing some statistical analysis to predict what might happen, as well as being involved with the radio station, and even doing some overnight broadcasts. I’d finish the weekend and collapse into bed for a few days swearing I’d never do it again. Yet come the next year there I’d be there to do it all over again. In the last year or so I thought about it and came to a conclusion: I must enjoy it, even if I didn’t realise it, because otherwise I wouldn’t keep going back.
And I think sometimes it’s the same with my photography.