On the 'Not Hard to Master'

Same Night, Different Day

I had a lightbulb-above-the-head thought -- dare I say an epiphany? -- twice now in the same twenty-four hours.
Both times about machines and mirrors and projected spaces.

Embarrassingly I admit to thinking (for the first time in my adult life): I should write about this!

Can I blame this on having used my camera more over the weekend than in the month of November and most of October?

Years ago in an interview I said that I did not fear losing the desire to make photographs.
That if the door shut on the impetus, I wouldn't grieve it.

Suddenly the habit of creating with the camera disappeared. Sharing what was made with it disappeared a little too.

If anything, the loss was helpful, reorganizing, spectacular in its distance. I wonder how much I willed its absence.

The act of losing is always active, isn't it?