On photography and luck

Yet again I find myself uploading a few photographs here and just sitting looking at them, incapable of finding some words to say. I guess you could call it writer's block, but perhaps it's more just a general disinterest in the blogging side of things in general. Part of me wishes I could just post images somewhere and not have to do the rest. It almost feels forced to find something to say here. I have noticed I'm not alone in that, I have seen more and more posts here when I check in that say similar things: we're all facing a bit of burnout. Maybe it's the chaotic times. Maybe it's the years of doing this daily in many cases. Maybe it's part of us just growing up and finding other things to fill our time with in our day to day lives. I guess I'll find a way to fill this with some thoughts. The weather has been picking up a bit, finally some warmer days mixed within the cloudy and the rain. I've felt more energy as of late with that, the sunny days have me waking up feeling a bit better. More motivated, more excited to do things. Though I know that life is still finding ways to keep me down.

I still have struggled a bit with photography. As if I have found some boredom within the city. Where there isn't a whole lot going on still. The same streets. The same faces. The same atmosphere. It's a challenge for sure, but I tell myself that photography is always about getting out in the first place, and whatever you take is just a nice addition to the fact that you did actually go out into the world and do something. Though I can't deny that knowing I'm going home with a few nice photographs makes it that much nicer. To know I didn't just walk for an entire day only to take nothing. Sometimes that's okay. Sometimes it's inevitable. But when it starts to happen a bit more often, I start to question whether there's something wrong. Is it me? Or the location? Is it really weather? Maybe I'm missing the entire point. Maybe I'm not connecting with people enough to shoot the things I want to.

I think that photography is one of those weird hobbies that can really change your life. But it's not that having a camera is enough for that. It still takes a bit of yourself to change with it to get where you want. The camera can sit there, but it's up to you to take it to those unique spots where you're wanting to capture certain things. This returns to that thought: is it just me? Maybe a location is riddled with opportunities that may not appear on the surface, and I just need to create them for myself somehow. Though at the same time, the other day I did fly my drone and it simply fell out of the sky. I'm now minus a drone. Which sort of does sum up "Antony Luck" as I have come to calling it. At the same time, it was due for an upgrade. And while I probably won't do so anytime soon, at least there's knowing that once it is replaced, it'll be with something far more capable and modern.

Anyway, there's my somewhat recent rant on whatever I've been feeling or thinking about. No idea again when I will bring myself to posting again. But I am content with knowing that I don't feel like I need to do it. That I'm not missing out on rewards for not doing so. That I can step away and focus on myself when it's needed.