In the post-Christmas winter, I have trouble with inspiration. Something about the whole world being drained of its color and slushy beneath my feet, makes me want to curl up and hibernate until signs of new life start to peek through.
I'm finding this especially true this winter, as I'm also being drained from the inside by this pregnancy (another reason to look forward to the thaw of spring.)
In my efforts to uncover some form of inspiration from the depths of myself, I've been going through photographs. It started out as very story-specific - a piece I'm working on involves a child experimenting with a camera - but has turned into a source of reflection and enjoyment, and ultimately, inspiration.
I'll browse through people's photo's on Flickr - searching by a word, or a name of a place from my past - but I have actually found that simply playing around with the colors or shading or by softening the edges of some of my own amatuer photographs, I'm just as inspired.
Still. Spring can not come fast enough.