So that doesn’t explain my extended absence. I guess it’s like belonging to a gym and getting into a routine of always going at a particular time without fail. Then your schedule changes or you get sick and your routine goes out the window. It is so hard to get back into it. Pathetic, I know, but that’s my excuse and I’m sticking with it.
Maybe I needed a break. I think I’m going through some sort of major change now and I don’t know yet how this is going to end up. I was a staff photographer for newspapers for 26 years and that ended abruptly when I quit and moved to New Mexico. As we all know newspapers are hurting and unlikely to recover any time soon, if ever. Work for freelance photographers is almost non-existent here so I find I must reinvent myself. I keep telling myself: change is good, change is exciting. It’s like a death/rebirth thing. If I work at it, the new me can be even better than before.
History is full of women artists and photographers who took risks and made the necessary changes in their lives so that they could live up to their potential and express themselves artistically.
Maybe if I take inspiration from these women who went before me I can find the strength to take new risks and step into the next chapter of my life with confidence. I will try to do that in future postings by looking backward at the lives of some of these brave women so that I may look forward to my future life, whatever it may hold.


