I haven't been taking photos. I miss photography. I've been pondering why I haven't picked up my camera (that I carry with me in my purse almost everywhere) in weeks. I didn't even take photos of Thanksgiving when we introduced Dustin's parents and my mom. I'm not taking walks like I used to in San Francisco. When I do, the light is rarely right (as it often was before). I don't have much time alone to explore the world and notice nuance as I did when I was single. I have been dealing with a lot of emotional issues since I reconciled with my father. I am a bit intimidated by D's technical knowledge. It impeded my artistic flow that used to be my guiding force to a great end result; I'm in my head. I work more (a lot more).

I miss taking photos. I miss my personal expression via that medium. I miss my recent memories being displayed so beautifully in the physical realm.