It happens every now and then.  Sometimes when I’m on the road for long periods of time, sometimes when I’m tired, or sometimes when everything is fine.  I get in this funk that for some reason I can’t shake.  Call it a depression, call it being moody, call it what you want, but I think we all go through it occasionally…. At least I hope.  These last few days have been a little like that but different…. and this time it’s starting to jack with me a little.

I literally just got back from walking down the street to a Starbucks in Spokane, Washington.  The venue we are at is on the other side of the river and there’s this pretty amazing walk across a bridge and through a downtown area.  There was a carousel with music and all sorts of people enjoying their day.

Walking back I noticed a guy sitting on the bridge with a massive camera taking pictures of, I assume, the birds as they dove down into the water.  He looked pretty involved in what he was doing, wearing headphones and clearly ‘somewhere else’.  Instantly, my mind went to this place of “what’s the point?”  ”Why would you take the time to go to some bridge to take pictures of birds?  Seems pointless to me.  It’s not benefitting anything.  What’s he going to do with 100 pictures of birds?”

What?!?

Who’s in my head, and how did you get there?  I used to take pictures of birds.  I used to appreciate art.  I’m usually blown away by music.  I’m fascinated by photography.  Is the concept of ‘art’ slowly becoming meaningless to me?  Maybe it’s because I’m working so much.  Maybe it’s because I’m simply too busy to enjoy the artistry of the things around me.  Maybe it’s because I have to pretend to be a “business owner” all the time studying statistics and all that junk.  If anything, I hope I’m not turning into ‘that guy’.

Now this isn’t one of those posts where I have some answer or ‘solution’ on how I “got over it”.  This is just the only thing I could think about writing when I got back from seeing the bird photographer.  Maybe I need more sleep, or a day off, or to see my family.  Who knows.  I just know there’s going to need to be a conscious effort in noticing the art.

Anyone else fall into this every once in a while?  Any suggestions?