I can feel that I am in a season of transition. And it’s hard. I don’t want to to make the pictures I’ve always made, and yet the new ones are not easily forthcoming. I sign up for courses and then change my mind. I erase whole folders of pictures. I lift the camera up to my eye and simply look, moving the camera side to side and then up and down as though searching for a moving target. I am not looking for some thing, but rather some sentiment. I am unsettled and this feeling keeps me up at night. I keep telling myself that these are growing pains.
I am hard on myself, and then forgiving. The pictures are expressions of self and I try to be kind to them.