When I was taking courses at the Brooks Institute, one of my teachers likened my distaste of discarding images to being on the spectrum of hoarding disorder.  I do admit that when it comes to my photographs - even the bad ones - I feel an irrational anxiety over losing them forever.  As a result, I resist the urge to trash anything because I always think to myself that as my photographic and life experience grows over the years, my opinions may change.

As an exercise, I try to revisit an old shoot once a month to see if I can breathe new life into any of the images based on new skills that I have acquired over the years. Today, those images were from my trip to Antarctica in 2010.  The first thing I learned today was a realization of how far my photography has come in the last four years.  It is mind-blowing.  The second thing was a self-confirmation that holding onto old images isn't necessarily a bad thing.  As I have increased my competency in the field, my skill and taste in post-processing has changed dramatically.

Above are a couple "new" images that I completely overlooked back in 2010. Seeing these photos today for the first time in several years has made me even more excited about my upcoming Antarctic adventure in December.