When I came home, I eagerly downloaded all the photos and started editing like I always do. There's always a few that are no-brainers and can be deleted instantly. There's a fence in the background or someone's leg is in the shot or another animal's back or some kind of interference to detract from the subject. Zap. Gone!
In the batch I took today, I noticed there were many more that either needed to be deleted or that I just didn't care for. I spent about an hour on my initial once-over edit. But, I can tell, from that time, that I don't have more than a dozen or so outstanding ones. Of course, I'm critical of my own work but, still, I usually have more that I like than that.
I think I'm depressed, and it's showing up in my work. Of course, at the time, I thought I was taking a good picture, but when I came home I wasn't as thrilled as I normally am after a day at the zoo. I started thinking about it and came up with the fact that I feel a hole in my heart, now, and think of Suzy all the time. Not having anyone to grieve with, too, increases my down time, I think. Of course well-meaning friends and neighbors have offered their condolences but, still, I'm alone this mourning.
Will allow myself time to be sad and time to reflect on all the happy years we shared. Suzy's still with me. For, absence of presence does not mean absence of heart.
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