What I didn’t expect, in two weeks of being in a work hole deeper than it has been all year, is how much I missed being here.
Despite being so tired that I could barely be civil, and so brain-dead that I found myself slurring words, I wanted to be here. Here in my little corner of the wide, wild, interweb. I had things to say.
I have things to say.
It turns out that I’ve been loving the process of creating photographs, and matching them to words, and drawing out thoughts and expressing feelings more than I thought I did.
Perhaps I need to do all of that a little, here where I myself and mostly anonymous at the same time.