{"id":2894,"date":"2025-06-21T00:42:13","date_gmt":"2025-06-20T22:42:13","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/kosma.pl\/diaries\/?p=2894"},"modified":"2025-06-21T00:42:13","modified_gmt":"2025-06-20T22:42:13","slug":"lightroom-duty-day-4600","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/kosma.pl\/diaries\/2025\/06\/21\/lightroom-duty-day-4600\/","title":{"rendered":"Lightroom Duty, day 4600"},"content":{"rendered":"

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The last Lightroom Duty post was 2300 days, which does feel like a sign. And in an unexpected but deserved twist of fate, I no longer run from everything. It’s back. I’ve started to trust the process again.<\/p>\n

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There’s been no photos here for years now. The reason has been twofold.<\/p>\n

One is that my Konica Hexar broke. I still had a second one, but no other camera would do. Then the other Hexar broke, and I broke too. No other camera would do.<\/p>\n

The Hexar is fixed now. I figured it out. It was one hell of an electronics engineering project.<\/p>\n

The other reason only became apparent once I dug through all the negatives and pictures I had queued for editing: at some point, my story stopped being mine. There are pictures of people<\/i> – but the story is theirs, I’d barely be taking any part. All art is autobiographical, and without that part it becomes “just” pretty pictures, vacation photos, random snapshots not worth remembering. Retaking the magic is more than just figuring out where carry my camera. It takes a conscious choice to bring that camera to people and places that I hold dear, that I find emotionally close to my heart, that fill me with a sense of adventure.<\/p>\n

Perhaps I should also re-fill my heart with a sense of adventure…<\/p>\n