security blanket camera

Here’s what I don’t talk about with my photography gear…

Probably half the time I have my gear out, I just hold it, sitting in my lap. Not for pictures…. It is my security blanket.

I did it last night at the Marina when I snapped the selfie with Jared, with the X-S20.

This morning on the way out the door to church, I knew I’d want to hold the GFX after we dropped Porter off at UGA this afternoon, so I threw it into my purse. So here it is, now in my lap as Jared drives us back home to Carrollton.

I’m sure I’m not the only person in the world with security blanket-type object.

It’s just that mine have doubled as professional and hobby-type tools at the same time.

I’m feeling fairly anxious this week. I stood up for my 18-23 year-old self on Thursday, and also my 45 year-old self as well.

And then I drove to Athens for my oldest.

And I spent a good portion of the weekend hiding. Because that is what I do.

And I’m probably going to spend some more time in the next few weeks hiding while I try to get my mental health back in some semblance of equilibrium.

I’ve lost my laundry routine since before October 20.

Dishes sit undone for days on end.

It’s been rough.

I’m determined to turn a corner, but for now, I hide.

And I hold my security blankets: my cameras.

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