Again saying to myself, you don’t need much.

It’s all right here.  This writer, more than ever-ever-EVER, getting it.  Seeing and feeling the significance of the immediate.

Writing taking a back seat.  Full on photog, me now.  Yesterday walking on the beach, the main stretch down there, whatever the street’s name is.  Capturing whatever I could – trees, signs, a seagull.

I’ve been wondering if I’m actually trying to quit writing.

I don’t think I am.  Am I?

Trying to reshape the practice.

For years, everything became words.  Every observation demanded a sentence.  Every feeling wanted a paragraph.  Every morning required a blank page.

But maybe the page isn’t always white anymore.

Maybe sometimes it’s a camera sensor.

Maybe it’s twenty seconds of video.

Maybe it’s the sound of the harbor before anyone else is awake.

Catalina Island, feels like it’s teaching me to observe differently.