Have we talked recently? 

If not, maybe you still noticed that I haven’t been much around. I took myself off social media in a dramatic but very freeing move, with the notable exception of Strava – but let’s not get excited about that, because unless we run together in one form or another I don’t accept follow requests, so I think it doesn’t really count as a social media. I’ve also been very protective of my personal time and space this season, and the result of that is that I barely saw anyone who isn’t living on my street block in the past two months.

And I’m leading with this, because I think that this folding into myself, this turning inwards, it might just be another manifestation of the creative ebb I’m traversing.  

Every once in a while, I pick something up (a camera, a paintbrush, a pair of scissors…), don’t have a rush of inspiration, get bored and cave back in. It sucks. 

When I’m not busy – which is what October has been, thankfully – I feel paralized. Nothing sticks.

But despite this lack of drive, there’s still a few things that I do make an effort to show up for. And they involve a Holga.