An old photo.
A different time and a different me. I miss the passion I had then. While technique and craft have grown passion has waned. I used to see my own emotions in my subjects. Now, I see nothing.
I could feel them. Simple photos, like this one stir memories and feeling nothing I’ve taken in the last year can.
Perhaps time passed is equitable to why. Perhaps the more time that passes the more sentimental anything becomes.
I do remember looking at this photo shortly after taking it. I remember thinking about how I could feel myself in the photo. I’m nowhere and there are no reflections however I was implicit.
I no longer feel implicit in any of my photos. While they may be better I’m not sure I care. Just going through the motions of photographing something because you have a camera isn’t what I loved about photography in the first place.
It’s easy to say I want to go back to this, but how? There’s no simple answer. Emotion cannot be created. It doesn’t come by force. I need to feel something.
Or else, I’ll just stop.