Going back to work put a big hole in my creative life. My artistic inspiration is currently centred around where I live. I paint there, make music, write, take my pictures … OK, I take pictures wherever I am because my Lumix is always (always) with me. That means that if I’m not driving, I’m free to take pictures and I have taken thousands (thousands) of road trip shots. I haven’t quite figured out road shots on the Fuji; it’s bigger and more sensitive to its conditions. The Lumix, however, and my Samsung come to think of it, both take very good road shots. Although, the Lumix is better.
So, I went back to work, but with my partner needing the car I very often get to sit in the passenger seat on my way to the bus. Perfect picture-taking time. Except when it’s dark at the beginning and end of the days. Not many good pictures in a moving car in the dark. Then, one day I realised that the sun was rising and out came the camera. I’ve come to enjoy those early morning drives.
Seems to me that even when the grey days seem to last forever, one early morning drive into such beauty can heal so much, make what is to come easier, more inspired. Inspiration for our art is all around us. It permeates our lives and our world if we are willing to step outside our comfortable creation zones and see it elsewhere.