I'm usually not one for words here, but today, this week, has been an exception.
I'm feeling low. Down and out and useless. A consolation prize of photographers.

My trip to New Orleans made me rethink things. Where I should be and what I should be doing.
I hardly picked up my camera and only made the same frames over and over again.

Bottom line is still unknown.

I don't know what's left or right anymore, what's up or down.
I feel like I haven't improved and I'm only making excuses.
I hear the whispers and I know their true. I haven't lived up to anything but chance.

I feel like its only luck and I'm slowly running out.