It has been more than 15 months since my last post and I am guilty of my own peeve. While my blog did not have a Gwen Paltrow worthy following, I was proud of the audience that I had and the appreciation they seemed to foster for my images and random, usually emotionally blubbery words that I left for them. As I reworked my website, my designer suggested shutting down the blog and I considered it for a time. Then I looked at the posts, my diary of discovery, and felt detached from something that I once had. I looked at the small journey I'd been on for the past few years and longed for the hunting and gathering of images and the exploration of self through pictures; I sought the encounter of others and generally beautiful things. I have missed everything my blog stood for.
The past year has been amazing as I've foraged into the world of the working photographer, efforting both my own work and the work of others at my "day job" which provides me with steady income and the ever evasive health insurance, two rarities for a creative. But I miss the roaming. I miss the unknown. I miss the discovery. I miss being inspired instead of conjuring inspiration out of me.
It's time to take the camera out without a plan of how I'm going to use it. It's time to take the camera with me everywhere I go. It's time to stop planning shoots and journey till I find something worth shooting. It's time to find my heart in my pictures again.
I am back.
