One of the more deflating aspects of getting older is not being able to do naturally what once came easily. This probably applies across many activities, but most commonly is linked to sports. Talent and instinct are edged aside by caution and technique, as the effects of canny opponents and injury take their toll.
In the 90’s the US golf player Tiger Woods smashed all before him, before retreating to the mortal plain when a reconstruction of his swing led to a tailing off of his wins. I think about this when I remember these images. I’d rarely used flash before, and found it desperately hard to control in natural settings, the area where I work the most. Light was bouncing harshly off every surface, and the pictures were generally ugly to look at. But the odd one pointed to a better future. If I could just stick with it. Which I did.