It's not a question, I think, of having even less to say than before. More that none of it seems worth saying any more. Everything's about struggling for a life, and the chances right now seem about fifty-fifty. Therapy helps a bit and so does meditation. Work helps - and also doesn't. Taking photos helps, and being in the country helped a lot so needs to happen more often. This is not a bubble of self-involvement: many people and things matter very much to me, but writing about them doesn't seem to - or else the things I'd like to write about are much too personal to someone else. And then, the long hours spent copy-editing are quite enough in the way of words; I read less too, and more discriminatingly, which is probably a good thing. And that's enough evaluation, enough reasoning. Mostly, anyway, reasoning and evaluation feel beyond me. So, still here, but very few words.
6 comments:
Your few words, to say nothing of your images, are more worthwhile than many another's many words.
Glad you're still here.
Like Lucy said, Jean! I do words all the time, but I'd swap a bundle of them for any one of your photographs.
Stick with us in 2013. Remember: we all said we'd get together again early in the New Year!
Ditto to Lucy. I often think of you when I am walking about, I think of your eye, and what I can learn from you.
Indeed - your words are very good ones. Sorry to hear about the 50/50-ness, though. Our son-in-law suffers from depression (not sure if that's your problem) and it's tough tough tough.
Me too, I am glad you are still here. I love the way I get to see the world through your eyes, be it the images, or words....
Thanks, all, for the kind words.
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