This past year has been a draining force in many aspects. From the pandemic doom and gloom to the 24 hour political circus it just feels like a never ending ride to hell and back. And somewhere along that ride it felt like I lost my creative spark. The urge to go out and photograph was gone. So was my desire to write. It felt almost life draining. I had no desire what so ever for the faintest thing creatively.
I consider myself an avid reader. I’ll read maybe 20 or so books a year. I rather read more, but sometimes life and time get in the way. During my foray into photography I’ve read countless books on how to do this and how to shoot that. In all the books I read these 5 books made me a better photographer and I’m grateful for it.
There is a bear within me. It hibernates from time to time. Sometimes for months, other times for years, but when the bear within me awakens it becomes increasingly harder each time to ignore it. My bear represents my desire to be creative regardless of the medium I choose to express my creativity with. Now after a lengthy hibernation, the bear within me is stirring and the bear wants to be free.