Doldrum-o-rama

I’m in the photography doldrums.

I suspect it’s quite easy to slip into and quite difficult to climb out of.

2011 was, by any measure, a bit bleak.

After the promise of spring, bursting and racing in its fecundity and splendour towards…. yeah towards what?

Summer didn’t arrive.

And the glorious goldenred and cosy pinedamp of Autumn was, in 2011, a wet sludge of rot that dripped into a non-descript Winter with barely a brief pattern of frost to marvel at.

With almost a month of 2012 gone I still feel stuck in an interminable, seasonless gloom.

It’s wet wet wet.

Grey.

Windychill that the whips down my collar, up my sleeves and through me to the bone.

Caged in with fractious children, who have even more of an aversion than me to that heatless ball hanging white in the white sky.

I’m job hunting.

My CV must be good as getting interviews doesn’t seem to be a problem.

But three children and four decades, a “career break” and years of different priorities have left me with not a snowball’s chance in hell of achieving my former level of earnings.

If I can even get a job.

Over qualified, won’t be challenged, too small for you, can’t offer enough……

Blah.

Light should be creeping back soon.

When it does, I will take its photo.