Surviving a Slump.

As of late, I feel my opportunities to photograph inspiring or remotely interesting images are dwindling.. Yet, still. I think of every step outside my door as an opportunity to take a notable shot. It’s why my wife asks, “we’re going to pick up milk. Why are you packing your camera?” Two weeks without a great shot. Maybe it’s time to call it quits. Sell my camera and consider becoming a carpenter. I was always drawn to carpentry. Building cabinets and book shelves. But, no. I know what I like, and I know what I love. Noted, I live in an area that’s not all that exciting and I’m too old to be climbing fences and trespassing. Yet still, deep down inside. I know, that the one time I leave my camera at home. U.F.O.’s, Bigfoot, or an honest politician will appear and I’ll miss one of those once in a lifetime chances to bring home that shot. Until then.

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Laying low while dusting off some old favorites.

The recent fears of a pandemic and warnings that suggest social distancing have got us trying to stay sane as we continue to spend more and more time in lockdown. As shaking hands and sharing germs with strangers has come to a screaming halt, I’ve found more and more time to read books, listen to records, and rekindle my interest in old hobbies. When I went downtown to Pike street to pick up some refilled medication. I got a real chill, seeing what a ghost town the often lively area has become. I’ll tell you, shit doesn’t get more real than this.

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