For the third year in a row, I can't cope with the cycle of creative burnout. I even know when it approximately occurs, under what conditions and how it manifests itself...but I can't do anything about it.
Everything is quite simple: August is the month when the minimum amount of rain, bright colors, natural manifestations.
In August, everything seems to freeze, and then gradually dies.
At the end of August, the release of chlorophyll by deciduous trees stops, and that is why by nature autumn begins in August.
Over the summer, spotty plots get boring and begin to seem monotonous.
Yard spaces with dugouts are becoming more difficult to capture each time.
New places are getting further away, because the old places are far from new.
And the creative search begins...
Last year I suffered a little and quickly found something to shoot.
In this, the creative crisis does not manifest itself so vividly, but it is also felt.
The main thing here is to understand what exactly fuels me.
Last year it was a street. In this – the dugouts.
And everyone around is asking for beautiful postcard pictures...
In general, in six months it can already be concluded that I began to walk less, judging by the fitness bracelet.
But it can be said for sure that I have gone very far in feeling myself and immersing myself in the process of photographing.
And thanks to this, I learned a lot about myself, and also began to use what I learned in life.
To be continued...