It’s over a week since I took a photograph.
I’m experiencing restricted creativity. I’ve hardly even been taking my camera around with me!
I think it’s ever since I shot the wedding a fortnight ago. It was a brilliant experience. But I must have taken hundreds of images. Over 600 to be precise. That’s probably more than I normally shoot in a month.
In the past, when I’ve had a bad day at work, I’ve entertained the odd fantasy of taking photos professionally. Occasionally, when I’ve worried that my present employment might become part time, that fantasy has seemed a possibility.
But having had a taste of what a wedding pro does, I’ve woken up to the reality that being a jobbing photographer is very demanding. I’m not scared of a little hard work, but what is most disconcerting is the exhaustion of creative powers.
It has made me wonder that it may be better to be an enthusiastic amateur than a strung out professional photographer.