I am in an interesting season when it comes to photography. I am not a sad or distraught about my photography; I just don’t seem to think about it these days. I will get my camera out, even carry it with me on adventures… but I don’t seem to remember or even think to click that shutter.
I will see light dancing on the wall or in the trees, and instead of grabbing a camera, I watch the light. I feel the warmth and carefreeness of it.
The beautiful thing about it is that I am not disappointed nor distraught. I don’t feel like I am suddenly a horrid photographer or not a photographer at all. I am simply in a season that I am enjoying life and soaking it all in without my camera. And like all seasons, this one will soon pass, and a new one will come along. Instead of fighting it, I am enjoying the noticing and being in the moment.
It reminds me of one of our manifestos:
We believe that photographic mojo may flow and ebb within each of us but that there is always at least a spark that can be reignited.
Mojo comes and goes… but my spark? Well, that is always there and ready to be reignited.