Dearth of what exactly?

Well, there’s been a lot of coding, a lot of writing (gosh, a lot of writing), plenty of embitterment… But not a lot of photography.

Actually, almost no photography.

Look, screw all the fancy words about “Not having enough time”, or some such – I simply didn’t have the stomach for feeling like an outsider; for feeling watched, noticed, inspected, different, with a camera. It’s sat in its case for the past four months, a giant black blot in the corner of my vision. And every day its immobility mocks me; every day its blank eye reflects my ineptitude.

Every day…

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