If you consider yourself to be a photographer, I am sure you can relate to the ebb and flow of creative inspiration. One day it feels like your hand has been super glued to your camera and you can almost imagine the shutter screaming from exhaustion. Then for the rest of the week, month, or sometimes even year, it feels like it's time to give up and bury yourself under countless hours of some terrible television show where you are forced to love the psychotic mass murderer who works for the Miami PD in order to stave off the frustration of stagnant creative energy
...then you see it. You see the amazing light. The way it floods your space. It wraps it warm arms around your subject and illuminates your entire field of view. Your brain starts buzzing and snapping hypothetical images locked in your brain for that moment. Like a gas soaked pile of pallets fueling your Joshua Tree campsite fire, that furious flame of inspiration is re-ignited. The best part it that you grudgingly decided to haul out your camera that day. The first *clink* of your shutter is a dam breaking and that flood of excitement about capturing light and people and tiny moments in time comes right back into your brain and flows right into your eyes and hands.
I am kindly reminded of this tide-like variation in motivation and inspiration and even in of itself, I am inspired. I am inspired to always know that my art occupies a deep and vast space in my heart, even when I can't feel it.
Remember to appreciate the lulls. Without the lack of inspiration for our art, we would not have inspiration at all.
Remember to stay open to re-discovering the inspiration.
Remember your camera.