There's this point I always reach when I exercise regularly: my body feels great, my thoughts are clearer, my mood brighter...and then for some reason, I stop. Like I've earned a break. I skip one day—just one. And then another. I'm still at the top of that hill so it doesn't matter, it's all good. But the slide begins. And the danger lies in the softness of the slope, in not realizing I'm creeping downwards. A frog, unaware the water will eventually boil.

I've recently followed a similar path with photography. Sure, I've been busy—that age-old excuse—but it's never stopped me before. I've let life run by without aiming my lens to it; or not often enough anyway. Maybe because the kids are getting older...maybe out of fatigue. 

I spent last week away from home on a commercial gig, really cool stuff I'll share when I can. I bought a new strobe—a Godox AD600BM—that I'll review in a bit. But I didn't take a single picture over the weekend and for me, that's a danger zone: the eye is a muscle and seeing needs to be fine tuned, exercised constantly, over and over and over again. My friend Kevin Mullins wrote the following in his new KAGE essay (we're back to monthly issues btw—and Jonas Rask has joined the project):

I’m living in an industry where the next big thing is always around the corner. Yet, to me at least, the next best thing is the next picture I print.
— Kevin Mullins

through a hotel window...

It doesn't need to be about prints—what's important is the mindset this creates. The chronicling of days and months and years; the personal feeding the commercial, filling the gaps and making us better at what we do. We need to breathe and swallow images, always. We need to dissect our world, always.

This morning I picked up my X100F at breakfast. Very little light…didn’t matter. It’s all grainy and soft but I was breaking the ice. Then I took the GFX 50S outside, remembering how to speak the words again.

I’m incredibly blessed on many levels.
I can't waste it. I have no right.