It’s almost a month from my last post. Must be the longest break I’ve ever taken and I’m not happy about it. I mean, all things considered, the blog is not important. It’s the reasons behind the silence. The last time I wrote this weird sickness that hit me. Well, it actually got worse since then… not something that physically got me down, but all these little things coming up and worrying me, taking a mental toll. So photography was pushed on the back burner, so was all kind of physical activity, inspiration vanished. A trip to Finland to see relatives and celebrate my sister’s birthday, all the while this gnawing feeling at the back of my head that something is wrong, wrong, wrong. I just didn’t know what.
I was on the mend already when I came back from Finland two weeks ago, now all the other problems are gone but I have just this persistent cough left. Shania Twain has a song ”It only hurts when I’m breathing” and sometimes I feel just like that (literally, not figuratively…). Going to see the doctor tomorrow, can’t let it continue without knowing what’s causing it. Besides breathing.
But it’s not all doom and gloom. I have actually taken a few pictures. In Finland it was mostly the family (yes, I’m capable of taking pictures of people, it’s shocking but true) but since I came back, my little garden that is totally growing out of hand is providing me with some opportunities, just like I hoped when I planted all the flowers. And it’s when I settle down with these little things that all the worries disappear and my world only consists of the beauty in the viewfinder. And then I start coughing again…