My “real” camera has been put away for a couple of years. I dug it out and found there were some photos still on there. I remember this trip and my photography at the time. I remember feeling creatively frustrated. I had this desperate pent-up need to express something intangible through my photography, but nothing would translate the way I envisioned it inside my head. So I released the pressure by stepping away from my camera for a while.
How good it feels to hold its heavy weight in my hand again. Let’s see what happens now.