|Taken in mid-September, during a downpour.|
I feel censored! I feel stuck! I feel as if an important appendage has been cut off!
My camera died and replacing it is turning out to be more of a project than it has been in the past, hence I'm camera-less for a few days. May I be honest? I'm kind of freaking out.
What I'm getting is that my brain has mapped itself to think in accordance with the process of me walking around and taking pictures. Somehow these activities have been braided together. Pulling out one of the components, in this case, the camera, has been rather tragic. It's alarming and also hilarious.
Of course I'll get a new camera. The first day I have time this week I'll figure it out either at a very nice camera shop in DC or over the internet. I've gotten great suggestions and advice from family and friends. In researching I'm realizing how important this tool is to me. Instead of buying another of the same without a lot of thought about it, as I have when my old cameras died, I'm thinking about what kind of tool would best serve me now. I'm being choosy. This is evolution and also it is unsettling.
A few months ago I worried because I felt called to listen to really weird music, like Korean classical music and Bollywood, for instance. I thought this behavior might signal some kind of pathology. A dear one suggested I might be trying to shake loose some cobwebs in the dusty corners of my mind/heart. He was spot on. And now the shaking, the loosening of cobwebs continues.
I'm exploring the connections between photography and my mind - because I have to. I am camera-less! Yikes!! It's interesting and unnerving.
|An "old" picture from a few days ago.|