Sometimes a person seems to have a creative crisis. That there is nothing to write about, nothing to photograph. Everything has been written, everything has been photographed and there is nothing left.
And then there's something like this. A hornet and a battered shed window.
I don't need a supermodel or exotic destinations. Sometimes a little is enough.
I don't know how it is for those whose tool is the written word, but I sometimes take pictures of complete "crap" that often end up in the trash, but sometimes (even with the distance of time) something comes out of them.
Někdy se člověku zdá, že má tvůrčí krizi. Že už není o čem psát, že už není co fotit. Všechno už bylo napsáno, všechno bylo vyfoceno a už nic nezbylo.
A pak se najde třeba taková ptákovina. Sršeň a umolousané okno od šopy.
Nemusím mít modelku nebo exotické destinace. Někdy stačí málo.
Nevím, jak to mají ti, jejichž nástrojem je psané slovo, ale já někdy fotím i úplné "blbosti", které mnohdy končí v koši, ale někdy (i s odstupem času) se z nich něco kloudného vylíhne.
I'll try to put this second photo in "Reflection Hunters", and see what happens.
Thank you for taking the time to read this post, if you have any questions, criticisms or suggestions I would appreciate it if you would throw them in the comments box
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