
F
inally. It happened. I actually started making pictures and walking. I think I made four or five for Storyteller. I may have made one that goes into the best of file.
It’s been awhile.
I was starting to worry. I kept telling myself that I would work my way out of the lack of motivation to make images.
I didn’t.
It just came when it came. It was the longest period of time that I felt dry. Ever. Sure, I took a picture now and then but it wasn’t like yesterday. I have my tricks and routines, but even they weren’t working.
I’m sure that a some of it came from being cooped up. I’m still cooped up, but there is no reason that I can’t walk where people aren’t. If, by some chance, somebody gets too close to me I’ll just do what everybody else does in New Orleans. I’ll shoot them.
Seriously, I won’t, but somebody might. There were five murders on Wednesday and two yesterday. The day is young. It’s only noon. No telling what could happen. And, you wonder why we bought a farm.
I kind of feel rejuvinated by the act of photographing. I knew that I would intellectually, but that doesn’t matter when you hit a slump. At least I knew one thing and followed what I knew. Don’t try so hard. If you tighten up your slump gets worse.
That happens in baseball all season. A guy goes into a slump. He doesn’t hit for two weeks. The more he tries the less he hits. One day he gets a hit. Maybe just a weak infield single. That doesn’t matter. The spell is broken.
Just like me. My spell is broken.
How are you guys doing?
It’s reassuring to me that even you get in a dry spell sometimes. You’re so prolific! Glad you broke the spell.
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Don’t be reassured. The only way through when it as bad as mine was is to relax and try not too hard to hit the ball.
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