In Ireland, it’s April, and with it comes showers, flowers, leaves, bright sunshine, serene foggy mornings and the promise of summer just ahead. Morning walks out to Salthill and up as far as Dangan with my camera in hand and snapping away greedily. Happy days.
Come April in Las Vegas and I find that I’ve barely shot anything in three or four months, beyond a few Clanton gatherings. Even at those I’ve anaemic at best. Ten photos here, fifteen there. Nothing inspiring.
Boredom, lack of interest, lack of time and the feeling that it’s become a chore. Family events are for me the worst, no offence to you or yours, Mariah. I’m expected to get an excellently lit photo in bad lighting and great poses out of people who barely listen to me at the best of time. I don’t even have a flashgun, because I managed to break it and leave it sitting in limbo at Sigma.
I don’t have the opportunity to go out and go walkabout around my neighbourhood with my camera, no matter that there’s no end of beautifully decaying old buildings in the area.
Snapping Caira and the pets is only enjoyable to a point, and so here I am.
Bitch, whine, etcetera.
I know I need to pick up my interest again, so I’ve decided to take part in Solo Photo Book Month. I have the writing ability, I have the typesetting skills to put it into a book and I have the photographic know-how.
Beginning with tomorrow, I will try and get one post-worthy photo during a weekday and two on weekend days.