Summertime Blues

In Inspiration

Pentax needs repair
Renovation continues
Pictures just won’t come

I know, it’s a pathetic haiku, but lately my photography feels like a sad Country-Western song. The work being done on my home is beautiful, and my family will enjoy the results for years to come, but the noise, disruption and intrusion required to get us from point A to Z all take a significant daily toll on this introvert.

On a psychological  level, I’ve temporarily lost the time and space I normally use to regroup and recharge and find the focus I need to create. On a physical level, there are barriers as well. Our backyard and porch have been work zones since the first spring blooms, and my portals at the back and side of the house to the garden and my butterflies are boarded up – literally closing the house off from the color, light and life that normally functions as a seasonal balm for any flagging inspiration.

And on those few recent occasions when I’ve carved out the peace of mind and slice of time to make photos, my favorite equipment hiccups.

Maybe it’s last weekend’s Father’s Day celebrations, but as I try to pull a post together, I hear my dad’s voice saying, “Don’t ever force a thing. Stop, re-evaluate, try something different.” I believe this sage wisdom was delivered in the context of tightening a screw that wouldn’t budge, or some such mechanical thing, but its relevance transcends that specific application.

Summer is usually my highest volume shooting season. I love the heat and the color and the light and the fun and the promise of living it and making images of it all has gotten me through many a cold, dark February. So, while I reevaluate and formulate a new  plan for how I’m going to get myself making photos during my high season, I’m sharing some of my favorite images of summer’s past.

Keep your eyes wide open,





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