I know what you mean about the quality posted here. It is sometimes very daunting - like the contest is daunting because we are all competing in a pool populated with some serious brilliance. We have some . . .actually many worldclass photographers in our midst, and the quality of the work is only a small sign of the wealth of knowledge that RFF offers those who would look.
Once in a while, like today around maybe 9pm or so, maybe 10, it occurred to me that RFF might not have found me - in a horribly imperfect world, and a smothering sense of panic descended suddenly and maliciously, only to dissipate in a breeze of smug contentment as reality regained its posture. Vertigo ensues when one comes to terms with the utter finiteness of RFF and the fragility of our means of connecting with it. Who, when the time comes, will bear the burden of tradition and carry the torch into another time? I dread the day, but no suffering would I avoid in the name of saving my simple self.
RFF is a rock in a dimension of electrical impulses, in a current of light that moves quickly to carry our humanity (and our cameras) away.
Beware the strength of the shadows' pull. Here, the path is brightened with the passions of our many members. RFF will guide you home.
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