The Day Is Bright

The sun is out this morning. The day is bright, the sky clear, the snow blinding. For the past two months there has been no sun, the entire city imprisoned within an austere cave of winter dark. On scattered afternoons narrow beams slipped through the shifting clouds, burnishing the earth with scant seconds of light before the clouds cemented out the sky and the snow thickened once again.
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Giving Up

Woke with a shock some time before 0600. It is now 0648. Unable to return to sleep. Unable to recover the dream state apart from the fact that it had something to do with “giving up.”

I suspect I am still dealing with the after-effects of the realization that my change in photographic practice has less to do with any improvement in my cognitive abilities and more to do with a relaxation of my prior standards.
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