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I’ve already started to slip into a habit of not posting regularly. Feel free to assume I’m inserting the usual collection of excuses here. But to be honest, I just haven’t had much to say. My life is very routine-based and schedule-driven. As are most.
My motivation levels have been low, as well. Please excuse me if I have touched on this in a previous post. I seem to have a limited number of themes that make up my life. This being one of them.
I carry my camera with me all of the time. It is either in my everyday backpack or in a silly fanny-pack I use on weekends when the bag is overkill. Camera and an extra roll of film. And most days (just about every day), I don’t take a single image. Is it a lack of motivation or the fact that I see the same scenes and environments every day? Probably both.
As I’m typing this, I’m second-guessing its purpose or goal. What is my motivation to write this post? Is it some silent call for a kick in the ass? Am I looking for guidance or suggestions? Do I think someone will magically say, “Hey Bob, let’s go shoot tomorrow”? I would have to answer I don’t know to all of those questions.
I see the work of others online, and I feel like I’m just not working hard enough. Sure, I realize some of them don’t have “day jobs,” or they can afford to travel to exciting locations. But the reality is they just get out and shoot. They find places that offer fascinating subjects, and they take photos. My goal needs to be to find new locations and to keep exploring areas I think I have exhausted.
So I was wrong. I am motivated. But I just need to funnel it better. I need to get off my ass (thanks for the kick, I really appreciate it) and explore what is around. Since nobody reads this, this is my self-talking. I do this all of the time to get myself to think I’m moving forward. It sometimes works for a quick minute or two. Typically, I feel motivated and then slip right back into the professionally curated collection of excuses I carry around in that silly fanny-pack.