The Trough

Gang;

I'm down. The dream is not alive. I knew it would be a financial strain initially, but I didn't think i'd react to it as I have. The realities of trying to do the news photography thing are beginning to sink in. People who's work I admire and with infinitely more experience than me find it a hard and continual struggle. I'm contemplating a more considered move back into some form of IT with photography to be relegated back to the benches. I'm not happy.

The usual symptoms of feeling down have been on display, none more so than the low libido levels. I never thought i'd say it but we're getting by with just once daily...and I don't seem to mind.

Other than that, I played the good grandson on Sunday. The Lovely Samantha was at work so Bodhi and I took Nonna and Nonno to the club for lunch. The irony of my meal was not lost on me. The steak was like my resolve once upon a time (tough), while the vegetables, much like my mind at present, were nothing but mush.

see ya,
Minas.