Little Black Dress
This may be happening to all of us, but our response has to be personal. My work has stopped. My world has altered. My life has changed. My response to that is OK. I don't know who wrote the above words. I have found them scribbled on a scrap of paper in my handwriting, but I don't know if they are mine or someone else's, nor if I've used them here before. But they seem as pertinent today as whenever I wrote them down. I think it's fair to say I wasn't in the best headspace when I last wrote: questioning how many times I could write about gratitude and noticing the little things; wondering how many photographs I would take about being in the moment without actually living in it. This led to the - not so brief - hiatus between then and now, but it wasn't until recently that I was really able to put my finger on what I was feeling. My experience summed up perfectly in the phrase 'creatively bankrupt' (and this time I know exactly where I was when I