It utterly blows my mind that I went to the other side of the world, to a country so rich with images of people in the raw, and got so sick that my DSLR SD card had a total of 45 images on it. 28 of them were of a derelict old building with crows on top.
This is one of the few pictures I was in the mood to take, staring down at the scattered petals on the marble floor after Sunil’s wedding.
I don’t think I’ve ever been that ill in my life.
You know what else has killed my desire to take photos lately? Wedding planning. I’ll come out and say it, I hate wedding planning. It all just seems so excessive to me. The inability to not have something done well if I’m going to do it weighs heavily on me to. It’s been expressed repeatedly that this is a social responsibility and is more about family and other expectations than it really is about us. I accept. You don’t choose the culture you’re born into but I’m tired of it all already.
I’ve come to terms with this huge life-suck that is a wedding but it automatically tires me. Man, I almost just want to go back to work the following Monday and go on a proper trip somewhere later in the year than waste my vacation days doing something half-assed just because it’s the week after the wedding.