In the last many... many... MANY months, I have not taken any photos, and the ones I have, are, to be short, appalling and terrible in their totality.
I have tried, desperately to take good photos, and simply can not. I have not been able to do anything creative. My mind mulls the same lines, over and over, never changing, never growing.
So, I suppose my muse grew bord with me, and has ether committed suicide, as my quote would suggest, or, perhaps, entered menopause, and thus, no more sex-drive, and thus, no more power.
Regardless, if, and (hopefully) when I take more pictures that are worthy of showing the light of day, this will be the place I place them.
