Back From The (near) Dead ::
I have been tumbling slowly toward total burn out. Dad is still in the hospital. I can’t make that any better. Meg ended up in the hospital for a few hours this week as well. When it pours it floods.
In a final attempt to save my sanity, we lined up A LOT of shooting this week and I have barricaded myself in the studio to work, work, work. Not on paper work, not on filing crap, not on networking opportunities, not on the workshop, not on the branding, not on the web site, not on any of that crap that has nothing to do with pushing that big fat effing black button on my big black effing camera. I’ve nearly lost my mind because I have NOT been shooting. I’m a photographer damn.it.all. Not a bookeeper, web master, janitor, whatever. The studio is TRASHED and I love it because it is from shooting. Up first…. Tyrell.
Coming up shortly for blog posts of their own…. Justin, Daniel, and Liz.
I feel as though my pulse is returning. I’m a photographer. That’s not my entire identity but it sure is something I need to be doing with some part of my life.
More and more and more to come. I’m shooting. Need something? Hire me. I’ll almost pay you to shoot.*
* Key word – “almost”