It’s a challenge to take any kind of photos when you’re suffering from a migraine, but by Sunday (day 3) I knew that if I didn’t take a shot my self portrait project would be over.
In the past I’d have thought of the concept of photography projects as rather pretentious, especially for the amateur. But the truth is it’s a pact, a deal with oneself that whatever it is you’ve decided to shoot, whenever you’ve decided to shoot it, you’ll get out there and do it. No excuses.
Day two of the worst migraine in years I went to Buxton with the aim of walking up a hill and taking something like this. But though I got my camera out and took a shot, I didn’t have the patience to turn it on myself. To tell the truth I could only see properly out of one eye, so my chances of getting it in focus were low.
Day 3 was my last chance and though my head was only a little better, there was no choice. I’ve got this far, and I’m damned if a migraine is going to end the year ten weeks prematurely. So maybe it’s not one of my most creative attempts, but considering the effort that went into it, one of my best efforts and I’m proud of it. So there.