A funny thing has happened to me this Spring. Funny meaning ‘odd’ or ‘strange’. I’ve struggled to get engaged with the season – in general and photographically.
It’s a mixture of ‘I’ve seen it all before’, and a distinct failure to feel inspired. I could make all sorts of excuses. For a start, I could blame the weather: we had a spell of severe pollution, and there have been days of grey leaden skies. But blaming the weather is such a weak excuse. Slightly more valid is the fact that we’ve been de-cluttering the house, starting to decorate, working in the garden. I’ve felt pressured to get things done and when we are pressured in any way, creativity gets squeezed out.
I wrote about this over on my other blog –iSighting – in ‘An Untroubled Mind’. If you haven’t discovered iSighting yet, do take a look. I won’t gone on with further excuses – we make time for the things we really want to do. And the bottom line really has been that I’ve run out of ideas, locally.
The garden is the same garden we’ve lived in for over thirty years, the neighbourhood is the same neighbourhood, the local walks are the same local walks. I know the trees, the bushes. I could tell you exactly which ones I’ve photographed. Locally, I’m bored.
Finally yesterday we got out for the day: down to London and out to Greenwich to see a fantastic exhibition of the Seascapes of J M W Turner. What an amazing privilege to see so many famous images all in one vast space.
Afterwards we walked up to the Greenwich Observatory and a little beyond. A place full of memories because a week ago the long avenue just south of the Observatory was packed with competitors lining up to start the London Marathon. And that took me back to the six occasions some years back when I lined up there to start one of the greatest of sporting events: my brain swirling with excitement and natural anxiety at the challenge ahead.
I’d forgotten how extraordinary the view northwards from the Observatory over the Canary Wharf area of London really is. The camera started clicking.
And we found some trees. Not the boring local trees, but new ones. Cherry in full bloom.
Creativity had come back. All it needed was a change of scene. A day when the brain was cleared of other concerns because it couldn’t sort through papers, wield a paint brush or lay paving in the garden. The mind for a day was untroubled, and I felt good.
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