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Every man is fully satisfied that there is such a thing as truth, or he would not ask any question.


Mount Wellington as seen from Salamanca Place in the early afternoon. A clichéd shot, I know, but I see it most days of the week a few times, so you'll have to forgive me for taking the odd photograph.

I have a confession to make: I am struggling.

As this blog nears 1,500 posts, I find myself crunched by professional and personal demands. Alas, it seems that my creative output is drying up like a goldfish that has found itself outside of its bowl. I can [just about] maintain the photos, but am struggling with the text at the moment.

It's not simply a matter of time - although I'll be honest and say that the constraints are real - but a complex mix of a dearth of energy, inspiration and opportunity.

For that, I can only apologise, and offer my sincere hope that normal service will return as the weather brightens.

Comments

Daffodil Daze said…
I hope your creative 'mojo' returns as soon as you can support it. Until then I will just wait and enjoy the beautiful pics of your family and our wonderful Hobart and surrounds.
Take care
Sue said…
Don't be too hard on yourself, Kris! I always wonder how you manage to do as much as you have been doing! Most days I barely have the time, amongst my obligations to work, family and friends, to read it. I am in awe of your creative ability.
Roddy said…
As we age my son we find other things that are far more pressing than a blogspot. You amaze me that you have continued for as long as you have. I'm sure that if you were to back off to about once a week you just may reignite whatever is in you that is dimming. However the fire may go out. Whatever; I have enjoyed following yours and your families life through this post.
I at least am lucky in that I can continue to follow Henry and Ezra through their lives.
Whatever happens, good luck.
See you all next week, I think.
Megan said…
Blogger Burnout. It is tough, isn't it?

Hope you find your balance.
Babzy.B said…
May be this photo is a cliché for you but not for me , always interesting to discover your city !
Kris McCracken said…
Maybe I should pray?

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