Fading

The days are long and exhausting.  Each day is mind-numbing and blurs into the next day.  There’s nothing different to do, nothing that sparks any excitement or interest.  I sit in my backyard (again!) with my camera.  I ask myself, “what can I create?”   My backyard is small, and I have plenty of time to shoot anything of interest.  I end up playing with reflections on the windows.  It will have to; the inspiration is fading.