I haven’t touched my camera in six months, even to take the batteries out. But my shutter finger is getting the tiniest bit itchy now, and I’m seeing the world around me in terms of the pictures it would make, which is a hopeful sign.
Being away from the camera leaves me feeling just this much less than whole. I never thought photography would be a part of my life, and now I’m worried that it won’t be on a regular basis. It saddens me to think of the growth my work could have experienced had I been shooting this past half year – I’d be better both technically and artistically, I bet.
But the muse is not to be commanded. The muse commands me.