Today I decided to put some limits on my process of image capture.

One Hour. One Roll (the equivalent). No previewing. No post.

I’m feeling restless in my shooting recently. Caught in some limbo between the need to capture for work and the desire to capture for myself. I have been here before so the terrain is not new. It just feels more pervasive than usual this time around.

In the past, a new project or an exciting trip has helped snap me out of my doldrums, but with neither on the horizon more radical measures seemed appropriate.

Fooling with the process can be therapeutic. Placing limits on myself. Constraining the oftentimes overabundance of options that present themselves in the course of any given day. Like a parent forcing structure on a little kid who needs limits.

Today I spent less time thinking about what I was shooting and more on how I was shooting. Not over shooting. Not checking the preview. Trusting more. Staying totally in the moment. Totally in the creative space that is right before me.

Sort of a return to the film days where the limitations of the tools dictate, to a degree, the images captured and ultimately shared.

I’m not totally past this place I find myself in today, but it’s a start. A beginning down the road to a little renewal.