It's silly, isn't it? Those who know me know that my Fujifilm X100VI is almost an extension of my arm. And yet, it distracts me. It distracts me because with that camera only I am involved in photography. It distracts me, because through the camera I see images everywhere and forget to enjoy myself. I forget to read, to discover, to relax. My camera distracts me.
As I write this, Den Bosch station slowly rolls past beneath me. My camera is in my bag, and I finally have time to write my newsletter. Of course, I'm on my way to Utrecht, where I'll once again lose myself in photography for hours. But that So there's no need to do that yet. The train shakes and a lady with a suitcase that is far too big almost falls down the steps she is climbing. I don't like those double-deckers, they move too much.
I reply to an email. Great, a one-on-one workshop in Nijmegen, of course that's possible. It's all related, but with my camera in my bag, travel time becomes work time, and I can get things done that I don't have to do tonight. And let's be honest, I know this route by heart by now. I almost get up automatically when we're almost there.
My camera distracts me, except when I consciously decide to take photographs. Twenty more minutes, lad. Then you can come out of the bag again.