I don’t know where this funk came from, but it hit me like a ton of clichés. I hate it when I get like this. I mean, it happens to everyone, but I was just sitting here at my desk, minding my own business, when suddenly I felt like a wet blanket had been wrapped around my brain. I was in a good mood, too, and now I’m depressed with a splitting headache. Maybe I need to drink some water.
Shit in my head feels convoluted. I think I need to go and reset myself.
By taking photos, of course. I think I’m gonna go walkabout with my M6. Get back to the root of everything.
I’m taking one Leica, one 50mm, and one roll of HP5. Nothing else for the whole night. I’ll be forced to think… Make every shot count. It’s my usual “reset” self-assignment. It usually works, too. I highly recommend it for effective therapy.