I didn't even touch my camera.
Didn't put it in the truck.
I just didn't feel like it.
It seems I've been saturating my life with projects and plans and obligations.
And the second something starts to feel like an obligation, I start to hate it.
I've been playing around with cameras since I was 14. I have fond memories of being the nerdy kid in high school who spent her free hours in the dark room, sniffing developer and fixer.
Aaaaah ... I miss those light-headed days.
Then shooting became a job. It was a bonus for my newspapers that I was adept at not only writing sports but shooting it, too.
Eventually, an editor sucked all the joy out of it. And when I left for a job where only my wordsmithing was required, I sold all my pro gear.
Every last lens and filter.
I went back to it a few years ago and I've been loving it all over again. But lately, it's been feeling like a job.
Maybe I'm shooting too much. Maybe I'm sharing it too much. Maybe ... I don't know.
But it felt right to leave the camera in the bag this weekend.
And maybe it will just sit there for a few days until I start to miss it again.