
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.