An overcast, humid day with potential for the mercury to hit the mid-30s. The air is staid and smells of moisture. I was planning to go for a brisk walk this morning, thinking I'd catch the cool breeze before the day warmed up, but there's nary a stir of refreshing breeze outside.
A few short days to the end of the first decade of the noughties. I'm listening to Joni Mitchell, singing "Both Sides Now" slow and wistfully.
The five days over the Christmas weekend have been blissful, yet busy. I've never had so many social commitments, to the extent that it was a relief to have a day to myself yesterday and begin the editing process for "Sons of Ganga". Still down to 100+ images, which I need to further cull until I come to a set of about 25 for the exhibition. Pare it down to a quarter of the current number of photographs.
Speaking of photography, the ennui continues. I cannot bring myself to take photographs, to plan photographic activities. Perhaps this is why I struggle with the aforementioned editing process. Everything photography-related now seems like too much effort and brings a great swell of disinterest.
Perhaps I've reached the end of the road where this is concerned. Time to get out of the car and go for a walk in another direction.
Tuesday, December 29, 2009
Sunday, December 13, 2009
Turning inward
Well, I think the proverbial straw has landed on my back. "It's time to go, Seng," as is popularly uttered on Big Brother.
On a different note, I'm going to make a concerted effort to find some real space for myself. I've been expending too much energy and thought on matters outside of my own concern, and it has been wearying and frustrating, especially over the last week or so. I suspect that we tend to spend so much time and effort trying to get things around us working that we forget to give attention to getting our own selves working in a functional and healthy way. Time to change this.
Reading old diaries at the moment. Very odd as I have no recollection of certain events or incidents which I had documented. It's like reading fiction!
On a different note, I'm going to make a concerted effort to find some real space for myself. I've been expending too much energy and thought on matters outside of my own concern, and it has been wearying and frustrating, especially over the last week or so. I suspect that we tend to spend so much time and effort trying to get things around us working that we forget to give attention to getting our own selves working in a functional and healthy way. Time to change this.
Reading old diaries at the moment. Very odd as I have no recollection of certain events or incidents which I had documented. It's like reading fiction!
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