A few days ago, I was looking through my January 2011 photos to find a shot to use in a blog post and I realized I'd only taken 13 pictures since the debut of the new year.
13? Really? Just 13?
I don't know if it's SPAD (Seasonal Photo Affective Disorder) or the fact that without adorable little ones trodding about and doing photo-worthy things I really don't have much to photograph. I mean, I'm just not sure how many self portraits I can take in the bathroom and have them really mean something.
The fact is, I don't take as many photos as I used to.
So yesterday, I decided to try and be inspired in my home and sought out things to shoot. Here's what I got:
I still feel I have much to learn about light, exposure, depth of field—you know, all that photo stuff. I still love my camera beyond measure. But sometimes—in fact, most of the time these days—I'm perfectly okay with having it sit on the dining room table. It knows I'll be back.
There's always another bowl of fresh fruit waiting for its close up.
Does your photo taking ebb and flow with seasons? Do you find you take more or less than you used to? Or is it even steven? Please, by all means, do share.