In the still watches of the night, my desperate fear is that I’m acting like a retired dentist living out some I-should-have-been-a-photojournalist mid-life crisis. Invariably this leads to several discouraging hours of holding negative sheets up to the light box and rooting around in boxes of terrible prints to try and figure out what the hell I’ve been doing all these years. This all comes from some need to justify all the expense I’ve put into equipment and all the time and harassment I’ve put my family and friends through and all the hours I’ve spent in a dark room loading film. I have to look at whatever eclectic body of work I’ve produced and ask myself “Am I going anywhere tangible?” If I’m not, I need to get rid of all this gear and stop play-acting like I’m a photographer.

Kyle Cassidy: photos, Bucharest photos, Leica slacker, introspection (with the quote above), Photo-a-week project.