A shot for a friend. It's funny, but I used to think photography was a huge part of my life. I couldn't wait for the weekend to arrive, so I could grab the camera and go find something, or someplace, or someone, to shoot. Winters were rough, because it was cold and rainy, and not much real snow, so I occupied myself with other things until the weather warmed up.
But then something came up. A true dear friend needed me. Then family needed me. And suddenly, photography didn't seem so important anymore. Those people in my life, that had hit rough spots became much more important. To be there for them, to help as I could. They say life happens while you are busy making other plans. So this is what has happened. Life. I can't say it got in the way, because it's not something so base as an inconvenience, nothing so derogatory. Instead, it opened my eyes to what is important, and it's not weekend photography.
So I've had a change in my priorities. I still shoot, but no longer am I so eager to ignore the world and escape into the lens, and the post the results here. We do not live in a vacuum, and to think otherwise is foolish, and self-centered. And there are enough self-centered people out there that the world doesn't need another one.
If you haven't seen it by my posting speed, consider this journal inactive. When my friend is better, when she has crossed the last hurdle, when my family is better and crossed the last hurdle, when I am a better man for helping with those hurdles, then I may return here with new shots, but for now, I want to thank all of you, my dear readers, for simply being here. For simply being.