Quick question?
Is one's photography supposed to inspire self?
I seem not to enjoy or find pleasure in any of the photographs I've taken in the last 2-4 weeks. Even the process itself is no longer inspiring.
Strangely I enjoy other peoples photography (saw a Mariam Makeba photography tribute-thingy-magic: there is a photograph there I'd sell my left/lung for), but I am still not inspired?
What does one do to regain that inspiration? Semi-retire? Seek inspiration from other art/forms/of/expression? Try a different camera, style or leave imagery and dive into 'written' word?
or does this mean an end to my obsession with light? arggg.
*sigh