(pun about lettuce/let us)

There are weeks (even months, sometimes) during which creative expression is tantamount to my happiness and relative sanity, but inevitably, these are the weeks during which it will not come. My thoughts are elsewhere, my heart is elsewhere, and I go quiet. My camera stays in its bag and nothing inspires.

Sometimes, it takes that much time to really figure something out, to be brave enough to bring it up, and then suddenly, an incredible conversation about it gets me back on my feet.

Once I'm there again, even dinner looks like art.