trusting inspiration
I picked up the camera so many times and looked through the viewfinder. Maybe fired off a couple of frames half-heartedly. Sometimes I deleted them in the camera, but there are hundreds more sitting on my hard drive, unedited, unviewed. The light stopped speaking to me. The camera body no longer fit my hands like a beloved tool.
If I can’t see images, how can I think of myself as a photographer? Worse yet, what does it say about the way I’ve filled my life, if it doesn’t inspire so much as a snapshot?
It was a long way to fall. I finished a 365 project last October, totally inspired, totally proud of myself, totally grateful. It is a powerful exercise to keep your eye and heart attuned to the beautiful and the remarkable in the midst of your everyday life. To have a photographic record of your progress over a year. To begin to see yourself as an artist.
But with the year up, I stopped shooting every day. I stopped being so mindful. I bought myself a fancy new camera but immediately lost my courage. It is a Serious Camera. In my head this camera deserved to shoot Serious Things instead of my everyday life. I shot less. I felt it as a little death, this loss of a fledgling creative life. It’s not the sort of thing you hold a wake for though. No one brings you red wine and casseroles while you wonder why your eyes don’t work anymore. There was grief but it was mine alone.
But recently I’ve started to notice shadows again. There is the color of autumn leaves. There are long eyelashes and kids in mismatched prints and wet dog noses. My eyes are hungry. My hands are a little itchy for the heavy camera body, even though it still feels awkward in my grip sometimes. I’ve started carrying it with me again, so I’m ready when it calls to me.
I’m starting to understand that it wasn’t a death after all. It was just the change of seasons. I’m starting to believe that just as I know that autumn always follows summer, I can trust inspiration and vision to return.
Have you ever had a dry spell? How did you work your way out of it? What inspired you to start again?
Image and words courtesy of the wonderful Corinna Robbins of Bird Wanna Whistle.
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Thankfully rediscovering my love of photography was almost as fun as discovering my love of photogrpahy for the first time.
But ultimately, I think you are right - we have to trust that inspiration and vision will return. I learn so much from your words - your struggles and your triumphs. Thank you for sharing it all.