John and I spent some time in an empty hotel on Sunday; wandering around the rooms attempting to document the feel of the place – and for the most part, my shots were utter crap. This one, of John taking a shot of the mattress overlapping the base of the bed, is one of only a few I'm remotely happy with. The problem, having thought about it and chatted with John, is that I entered the hotel with my chromasia head on – the image-a-day thing, where each shot is complete, a story in its own right (or at least that's what I intend when I take most of my shots). And I don't think that was the way I should have approached this place, not by a long way.

I think I may have mentioned this before, but I seriously think that a serial photoblog is a hindrance to developing as a photographer. Some things that are worth photographing require a series of shots; they can unfold and tell a story in a way that's impossible with just one image. But, more often than not, those sort of images can't withstand scrutiny on their own: they just don't work in isolation.

I have no intention of abandoning posting each day – it's something I do – but I also think that I need to spend more time telling other sorts of stories too.

Oh, and John's just posted a shot of this bed too.