I’m No Good at this blogging thing… and, ugh - people.
This may not be heaven… but it’s pretty darned close.
When I first had the idea for this website, I had every intention to produce regular content… at least something once per month. Yet here we are - five months after the last blog entry. Oh, well.
So… where was I? Oh, yes - blog posts. For someone who has a lot of opinions on things - a LOT of opinions - one would think it wouldn’t be so difficult for me to churn out something. Occasionally. I guess I’m lazy. Man, that does NOT bode well for my retirement years. :-)
Anyway, I recently posted something on Facebook about “lonely photography”, inspired by a video from Courtney Victoria. In it, Courtney grapples with the question about whether or not photography for her is a lonely endeavor or if it is one of solitude. And that struck a chord with me.
I’m never more at peace than when I’m out in nature, usually somewhere mountainous. Nature brings a calm to me that helps me “decompress” from the human interaction of the week. You see, I am an introvert. Why call someone when an email will suffice? Meet in person? No thanks - I’ve had my fill. Visit me at home? Sorry, no can do - I’m in a coma. Probably.
Yet I sometimes have to interact with… <shudder> …people. Inexplicably, people want to talk to me. Some even want to be friends. For reasons I’ve yet to fathom, kids, animals, strangers, and Amway salespeople seem drawn to me. God must be punishing me for something.
Because of this aversion to other people, I find myself shying away from getting out to enjoy nature… from enjoying photography. If I can’t have a place all to myself, my reasoning goes, why even bother leaving the house? So I sit here with my #TeamThanos shirt missing out on a lot of things.
It’s time to get back out and enjoy the world. To take pictures. To have FUN. I should have had this revelation years ago. Think of all the good times I’ve missed… the opportunities not taken… the life unlived. I may as well have been zapped by a Weeping Angel.
Wait… who am I kidding? I’m the Grumpy Photographer. The GRUMPY Photographer. But I’m also not the Grumpy Couch Sitter. I can’t call myself a photographer if I don’t actually get out and take pictures. But I don’t have to be happy about it.
I know, Loki… I know.
