I had the urge to pull out my camera. It's even charged, which is kind of a surprise. It seems every time I go to pull it out the battery is dead.
I got some fun pictures while it was raining.
|This is *my* backyard with the towering oaks|
|I picked up my camera today ♥|
|Rain drops and jacked up toe nails|
The moment I'm referencing is the decision to pick up my camera. Today is really the first honest time I've picked it up and NOT felt any grief or sadness or energy around it. I enjoyed feeling it in my hands, snapping pictures as the rain fell. I still know my camera, it's settings, and photography principles inside out, the memory hasn't left me. I even missed my Flickr account for a minute (although Yahoo has completely ruined the greatness that was Flickr a few years back, which is why I cancelled my account).
My love of gardening has returned. I sit and read my gardening books, getting ideas for my 'someday' home. I have held out hope for the past 4+ years that photography will be the same way, but it has been slow to return.
I signed up for an REI outdoor photography class in August* which just happens to be a few minutes from where I work in Auburn, and I'm really looking forward to it. Wish me luck.
Update - The class is on 8/22, link here.