It's blessing to live within walking distance of the river. To be able to pull myself together on a whim, grab a couple cameras and head down to a lovely, natural spot can be just thing. Just the thing, when life is getting to me, when those random occurrences (i.e. problems to be solved) that should seem little become large, looming and unruly in my head.
I loaded my Holga with some expired HP5 and headed down to the James the other day. It's just beginning to be fall and the sky was rather brooding...cool enough for long sleeves and pants, but not yet requiring heavy outdoor clothing.
In short bursts the inspiration and creative flow are returning to the surface. Even if temporary, I'll take it and I'm grateful.
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