There are some weeks when I really don’t know what to say about the photos I’ve taken.
This is one of those weeks.
It’s not that the photos are bad—I really like a few of them—it’s just that… they’re flowers. (Mostly.) They’re pretty, and I feel justified because it’s almost the middle of June and it’s only just starting to feel like summer might be happening, but there’s not much to them.
I need to shake things up somehow, find something new to photograph. It won’t happen immediately, but… I need to find the spark again.