Caged

Today I awoke to find it was a glorious sunny day, a rare thing I agree in the UK, it's on days such as this that I feel the most caged, by this I mean "stuck". Without trying to sound like a whining old fart health problems restrict me getting about, this causes issues with my work as a photographer, the job of someone with this title is simply to take photographs, continuing to update their profile with new images and new techniques learnt.

With health problems this can be difficult as I mentioned in my previous thread about photography and disabilities there are ways to overcome this but often it requires the help of another person who can drive or money for public transport, when neither is available the option of getting out and capturing a beautiful landscape to sell is limited to none.

Within Wakefield there is an array of things to photograph, modern and historical architecture, people, nature and open landscapes, but after shooting these so often it becomes monotonous, you become tired of the same old scenery and crave for pastures new.

I spent around seventeen years travelling around the UK and my only regret was not having a camera to capture it all as I do now, unfortunately now I don't have the ability to travel the way I used to and so this brings us to the title of this blog, Caged.

To feel caged is a feeling I can only explain by the above, take a man who has known the freedom of the road, heading wherever and whenever he feels the need to, a man who has experienced the true kind nature of human life, the spirituality of nature herself and the elements upon his face, then put him in a small dark room, leave him there where he is unable to see the sunlight through his window, a place where walking distance is a repetitive concrete and brick metropolis or sights he has seen over and over again like staring at the same picture for many years on end without taking your eyes from it.

Imagine what it must feel for an eagle to be captured and caged, this is how the man feels, this is how I feel cooped up and lost in an endless groundhog day of images, I feel my creativity suppressed within these walls and the freedom of the road is no longer an option of release.