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  1. This was taken while speeding through one of Hamburg’s many tunnels last year. I particularly enjoy the pattern created by the lights on the walls and the sense of speed I got while staring at this image in Lightroom.
Recently, I’ve lost my drive to take photographs. This makes me rather upset. The end of year lull has taken its toll on me and I’m still to drag myself out of the rut of eating, drinking, reading, sitting about doing nothing, and playing video games.
I haven’t written anything on my blog, I haven’t composed any new music, I haven’t captured any field recordings with my new microphone and I haven’t taken any photographs. While most of those activities are things I naturally slip in and out of anyway, I feel particularly guilty when I think of how few photographs I’ve taken and uploaded in the past few months (it’s even gotten to the stage where people are messaging me asking if I’m alright, concerned with lack of recent activity (you beautiful human beings)).
I won’t say “I’ll take more photographs” because it’s not something that can be turned on at will. For me, I either see things and take photographs, or I don’t and I take nothing. It’s annoying to think that I’ve been blind pretty much all winter.
Here’s hoping I remove the blindfold sooner rather than later. This was taken while speeding through one of Hamburg’s many tunnels last year. I particularly enjoy the pattern created by the lights on the walls and the sense of speed I got while staring at this image in Lightroom.
Recently, I’ve lost my drive to take photographs. This makes me rather upset. The end of year lull has taken its toll on me and I’m still to drag myself out of the rut of eating, drinking, reading, sitting about doing nothing, and playing video games.
I haven’t written anything on my blog, I haven’t composed any new music, I haven’t captured any field recordings with my new microphone and I haven’t taken any photographs. While most of those activities are things I naturally slip in and out of anyway, I feel particularly guilty when I think of how few photographs I’ve taken and uploaded in the past few months (it’s even gotten to the stage where people are messaging me asking if I’m alright, concerned with lack of recent activity (you beautiful human beings)).
I won’t say “I’ll take more photographs” because it’s not something that can be turned on at will. For me, I either see things and take photographs, or I don’t and I take nothing. It’s annoying to think that I’ve been blind pretty much all winter.
Here’s hoping I remove the blindfold sooner rather than later.
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    This was taken while speeding through one of Hamburg’s many tunnels last year. I particularly enjoy the pattern created by the lights on the walls and the sense of speed I got while staring at this image in Lightroom.

    Recently, I’ve lost my drive to take photographs. This makes me rather upset. The end of year lull has taken its toll on me and I’m still to drag myself out of the rut of eating, drinking, reading, sitting about doing nothing, and playing video games.

    I haven’t written anything on my blog, I haven’t composed any new music, I haven’t captured any field recordings with my new microphone and I haven’t taken any photographs. While most of those activities are things I naturally slip in and out of anyway, I feel particularly guilty when I think of how few photographs I’ve taken and uploaded in the past few months (it’s even gotten to the stage where people are messaging me asking if I’m alright, concerned with lack of recent activity (you beautiful human beings)).

    I won’t say “I’ll take more photographs” because it’s not something that can be turned on at will. For me, I either see things and take photographs, or I don’t and I take nothing. It’s annoying to think that I’ve been blind pretty much all winter.

    Here’s hoping I remove the blindfold sooner rather than later.

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