No, not a popular music genre, or a description of a slightly spongy pus filled sore on one’s leg, rather the sorry situation a photographer (or possibly practicioner of other ‘arty’ things) finds themself in now and then. The complete inability to produce anything meaninful to either yourself or others. A self-perpetuating condition, in that the longer it goes on, the worse it feels so the longer it continues. In other words “meh”.

Perhaps the worst time to be living with a fellow photographer, Julie and I have apparently been feeding off eachother’s ‘meh’ for several weeks now. I feel absolutely no inclination to create or attempt to create and kind of imagery or even process the stack of exposed film waiting in the wings. In the last six or seven weeks, I estimate that I have picked up the camera possibly twice. One of those times was to move it so the couch was available to be sat on.

As such, I’ve been completely unmotivated to do even the simplest of things, like updating the blog every day. Possibly the first apparent casualty of “The Funk”. There has been severe bouts of digging through the archives, looking for recent shots and I stopped short last night of resurrecting a few dozen jpegs from 2007. Nobody wants to see that shit…

This weekend, I’m going to force myself out with the camera. Be that either digitally or through the purchase of a couple of rolls of Velvia. Digital is possibly the soft option here, because at least I know once the photos are taken the hard work is done. Procesing Velvia, while hugely rewarding, is a pain in the ass.

I don’t want to force myself out to shoot anything because a vital yet largely overlooked fact was pointed out to me several days ago. If you’re in a funk and force yourself to get out with the camera and end up shooting a load of shit, you’ll end up in a bigger funk than where you started. Quite true. Guess it’s a matter of going out and taking the chance.

As far as change of scenery to lighten the spirit is concerned, I’m hoping that a late next week trip to Holland is still going to come off as planned. Work pending of course. Anyway, enough of the rambling of mindless bullshit. I need beer in some form. Keep an eye over on the blog and if you see something new posted over the weekend, I might just be on the funkless road to recovery. If I post more old crap, I’m probably still in a woeful mood so stay away.