A more rational me would’ve gone to sleep, but this other part wanted to relish in past photographs, so I sit here uploading old photos into Flickr, and taking time to go through products of a more enthusiastic period of youth.

(This reinvigoration of an interest is stemmed by the Bra-man, who already has a Flickr account of his own, accessed here, which is in turn sparked off by his acquisition of a DLSR. Resurrecting my Flickr page is both in his request and my interest to pick up a DSLR myself. I’ve also starting to feel rather competitive. Not that I’m ever in the league, but I can’t help it.)

Anyway, my Flickr page is here, and if it stays active I’ll probably pin it to the link bar for good.

I like photography. I don’t love it. I used to, but time has a good way to dash enthusiasm and confidence into shards, and whatever’s left is only enough to keep me snapping during vacations or memorable trips. Otherwise, I barely utilise the compact cameras. They’re here, in the drawer. I haven’t turned them on for a long time.

I don’t take good pictures, but there’s a sense of achievement in trying to get one. For me the fun is in the process, and the photograph is the trophy. It didn’t have to look nice, but a nice trophy is fantastic anyways, and it keeps me going for that. Going through these old pictures, I realised that I miss it a lot.

This Nikon D3100 I’m getting, might just put me back in the love. As for now, I’m having a crush all over again.

I must confess; I like photography.

I really do.