Well, I'm going through one of those periods where I haven't used the camera for a while. I haven't even carried it with me. No motivation. Not for three months. I took it out of the bag the other day. I even turned it on. That's about it. We're supposed to discuss what makes us tick. Sometimes I don't even know myself.

I've read it many times that artists and writers lose their inspiration from time to time. After 3 years of shooting, it's only a few months ago I actually started to think of myself as an srtist. I made a lot of shots on a trip to San Diego in February that became mostly what I expected them to be when I pressed the shutter button. So does my lake of inspiration make it so? That I'm really an artist? Ha, not likely. More likely, it's all the stress that work has put on me of late. Working 60 hr weeks does little to encourage the creative side.

I've at least started to carry the camera again every day. I've got a few days off at the end of next week. I only hope that I can "let go" and do something with it.