Silence

So I guess the obvious has happened at the moment. I am struggling to produce my 36aday 'rain or shine'. I'm telling myself that there is a time for all these things and maybe some quiet time is what I need but I fear that I have simply fallen out of the habit. And I don;t know why it's happened. I feel like I can see these opportunities and they feel like they belong to someone else not to me? I reckon the more I ignore them the more they don't present themselves to me.

I have been coming up against this notion about conversation and how photographs are the conversations that happen between us and the ever-changing landscape. We are presented with these little moments like gifts and it would seem that we have to be worthy enough to receive them. This works in a accumulative way, the more we see, the more worthy we get, the more were presented with.

To ignore a conversation - to be presented and not reply - is a tragic shame. The moments I believe are presented individually to us as they exist only once in there unique form, much like we do. I think I may be committing this tragedy and in return are not being blessed with so many conversations. My life has become quiet. And that would be a tragedy more than the rest.