Stepping out

I've been pondering a comment by a fried recently who said they 'knew what I'd post each day' on Blip, the inference being that I'd become predictable, safe (perhaps).

I wonder how long photographers we revere took to mature, how many of the 'same' shots they took. To me the only way to make work is by instinct, to fumble forward, believing in my own gut. I don't expect my photos to be revered, hung, printed or noted, I do expect to look back and see a development of ideas, of confidence. And lots of dead ends, of course.
Journey