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.
Your few words, to say nothing of your images, are more worthwhile than many another's many words.
ReplyDeleteGlad 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.
ReplyDeleteStick 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.
ReplyDeleteIndeed - 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.
ReplyDeleteMe 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....
ReplyDeleteThanks, all, for the kind words.
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