I’m not sure what it was, the tens of thousands of photos I took or the length of time I was traveling, but ever since I finished the travel part of the project, I have suffered from an intense lack of desire and motivation to take photos. It’s not just that I’m at home, looking at things that I see on a regular basis all the time, but that I just don’t feel like picking up my camera at all or looking through the viewfinder.
I thought that three months off would cure me, but this past weekend at my sister’s wedding, I was faced with the undeniable fact that I was still completely uninterested in taking any pictures. It’s too bad, because as a veteran photographer at four weddings since 2010 started, I feel close to a pro at this point. It would have been nice to put that experience to good use at my own sister’s wedding, but I left my camera in the car for the first couple hours, and then after half-heartedly taking a few pictures during the gorgeous ceremony (backed by a brilliant, almost cloudless sky that overlooked the ocean waves lightly rolling onto a beach) I hung my camera bag on my chair and then ignored it for the rest of the night.
Granted, I was the brother of the bride, with responsibilities including giving a speech and playing host, and really had little time to take pictures. Honestly though, even with fewer duties, I don’t know that I would have taken many more. It’s strange. Even the feel of my camera, hanging around my neck like a gargantuan pendant, is no longer comforting to me. I really wonder when this aversion to my camera will give way to that warm glow of familiarity that I am so used to.
On the plus side though, without my camera, I did a lot more talking, chatting, and hosting at the wedding. It was great fun to hang out with my relatives, see my sister’s friends, and be a part of a very special day for my family. I just wish I had taken some more photos with my parents and my sisters.
1 comments:
your such a rebel
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