The Canon is charged again. After a couple of months of being creatively dry, I finally started seeing again. I readily admit to being a hack, but even at that level it can be painful not having anything catch my interest or attention. It gets me thinking that maybe the ViMH with its infernal noise is right and that I should just retire to a grey existence. Fear isn't the only mind-killer. Expectation and comparison are right there with it.
I did break out of it, and have subject matter I can play with. The trouble now is that the air is heavy with the expectation of tomorrow's storm, and I just can't get my colors to come out right. I'll just keep my fingers crossed that Mr. Blue Sky will return before I lose interest.
I did, however, take a pic of my new kicks. They're a bit different than what I might normally consider, but they're growing on me: