Manic depression is only cool when you are suffering from the mania
You know, that thing that makes you paint skies full of pinwheeling stars and write autobiographical novels in three weeks of benzedrine-fueled creative fury? I got a little coffee in me right now, you’ll have to excuse me.
I was browsing Flickr today and realized just how cyclical photography can be for me. It has that nice, self-perpetuating quality that makes me want to take more pictures every time I get some back from the developer. I suppose just about any art form can work that way, but I never really get a rush when I read back over my old poems and stories. I usually just think, “Gosh, this could be better.” Am I a better photographer than writer? I doubt it. But something clicks when I look at a picture that just makes me want to have more pictures. Gotta… catch ’em… all!
No more comments on old posts. Not that anyone will be bothered by that. I just thought I would tell you. The Russian spammers are killing me. For now, I will only allow commenting on the current post and shut it off when I write a new one.
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you obviously need spam control on your comments!