I've spent a long time over the past couple of days working on a few trannies that I found and thought I should convert to electronic images.
I scanned them, worked on them, and now I have reached a point where I simply fail to understand why I bothered. My colour sense seems to be deserting me; I find it difficult to decide what even looks right! It's as if objectivity has flown away with summer time.
I wonder if there comes a point, a moment when your head tells you enough is enough? That getting a life in something else might actually be a good idea and lead to a greater sense of living at ease with one's self?
Perhaps I'm just tired, perhaps I'm not; maybe I just realise that there are other things in life that might offer more in retirement. There is always this feeling that one can never really retire if one is a photographer, that it's either a sort of betrayal of self or of the life to do so. I wonder if it is, or whether it's just another level of the self-deception that this business seems so capable of pushing people into without them realising what might be going down.
Passing thoughts, as I said.
Rob C
