Camera Therapy

There’s been no familiar point of reference for me these past five weeks. New town. New home. New job. New commute. I’ve had to find a new place to do my grocery shopping and tomorrow, a brand new stylist will cut my hair.

It’s been unnerving. I love familiar and there’s been absolutely nothing about this that’s familiar. I have had my share of anxiety and restless nights.

So I’ve made myself feel better, calmed myself down a bit by setting up a space in my new home for my camera gear. It’s modest, minimalist and won’t always look this tidy.

My desk. I use the red felt pad to work on my cameras.

In my new house, I have a large closet to organize my gear and keep it all out of sight.

It’s been hard for me to find touch points during this transition that have brought me peace of mind, but I discovered that the process of unpacking and organizing my cameras brought about a nice, calm feeling of familiarity. Just handling my gear made me happy.

Photography has always been the one constant in my life, from my awkward teenage years, through a troubled marriage and divorce, moves and career changes, I’ve always had a camera or two. It’s been good and lately, it’s been necessary.