Well, I found my way back to this blog. This post has been sitting in limbo in my drafts for a few YEARS now. For whatever reason I’m not ready to give up this silly website yet.
I’ve been gone for a long time. More than four years for crying out loud. Yeah, yeah. We’ve heard it all before.
It pains me to admit it, but I’ve lost all interest in photography and haven’t picked up a proper camera in all that time. It makes me sad when I think about it. I love photography, and thoroughly enjoy using film. After I left the DC area I just couldn’t bring myself to do any photography. Something “clicked” inside me and I suddenly lost interest. I blame Instagram and that bloody smartphone and everyone being a “photographer.” Yeah, right.
The same with encaustic painting. I really enjoyed encaustic painting too, but once I moved I felt bereft and untethered, like I was endlessly treading water. I retreated into my other near-obsession: knitting.
Knitting. If I’m away from it, even for a short time, I have a strange feeling in my stomach. It’s like an addiction. The yarn calls to me.
Knitting can be challenging. Knitting can also be mindless. And at the end of the day you can see what you’ve accomplished with just three ingredients: your own two hands, sticks, and wool. Or maybe that’s four, if you count each hand separately.
I’ve been thinking about the natural progression of things and this blog. The world definitely does not need another knitting blog. Or a photography blog for that matter. Things here are up in the air.