How much time passes before a creative slump becomes something else? Has my muse passed me by, a one trick pony, prancing off to the next folly?
My mind is jumbled and scattered and within this state there is no ability to slow down long enough to declare a new focus/series/something that excites me when I'm behind my lens.
Our NY vacation in August beckons. Perhaps I'm storing the photo ops for those moments when I spill into Gotham, ready to walk the familiar and ever changing grid that is embedded in my heart.
I love our life here in Los Angeles. We are happier and more relaxed and truly blessed to have landed in this house that feels like home.
And yet, my soul is Manhattan and always has been. The opening, clarinets of the movie Manhattan, is truly the soundtrack of my heart.
We're planting roots here in this little city by the sea and that means focusing my attention on what is before me. This vast metropolis that is rich and fascinating and perhaps not as accessible as NYC, but with determination and willingness, I will find my rhythm here, (or that's what I keep telling myself.)
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