This burger isn't tempering these delicious black IPAs well enough, so please keep that in mind. But I will stuggle say the following. I'm my own worst (or possibly best) editor. And with that know that I'm disappointed with my rolls of film most of the time.
I was at the Brooklyn Botanical Garden the other day and came upon a scene that I could Fibonacci and Rule of Thirds the hell out of. There's a building with a beautifully sloping roof with plants growing on top of it. Off in the distance, there's a bit of urban decay going on that supports and contrasts new life perfectly. And the negative is just the right. As I'm zooming into it I can see it has all of the right elements, but two. There's no heart in it. As such, I don't see the point of it. I don't want it my wall. If I saw it on a wall at MOMA I would give it barely a glance.
I love street photography, but find it's the hardest combination of desire and happenstance to master. Some guy buried in his cell phone just walking down the street isn't going to do it for me. Some pretty girl might do it for me, but her just walking down the street, no matter how cute, again, isn't going to do it for me in a print. But something that seems to say something... Something where the scene supports a beautifully sad or happy moment that makes me curse myself forgetting to open up to f/4.0 instead of f/11 because I was so caught up in the moment that I forgot my exposure was set to the sunny side of the street is what compels me. Even in a city like New York City where with 8.5 million people and counting, I find scenes that might grab me are either few and far between, or I'm just not seeing what I hope to. As a result, what I see on the rare flickr streams/rangefinderforum galleries/whatever blogs I happened upon that motivate me to try again also humble me.Who knows how they waited or a tried again to find that image that moved them enough to display it proudly.
I can't help but hope that as long as I keep looking, I'll find what it is that compels me to keep a camera around my wrist and ready.
Edit: I forgot to suggest that the process can always be a joy for the love of the process itself. But yes, the result, in my experience, can and often are a letdown. I want every frame to sing to me in a way that that scene sung to me when I took it.