A week passed. My camera stayed in the bag. I worried about insurance claims and about painting the house and about the impending school year. And I let the worry keep me from doing or creating or writing.
But then worry welled over.
For the first time in my life, I realized that if I want to be the creative person I have always wanted to be in one incarnation or another, the only rule is that I have to keep creating. That's it. If I want to be creative, I have to create.
Stagnation only breeds stagnation.
I forced myself to take the camera out. I forced myself to look. These shadows cast on the stairwell in the afternoon were my favorite thing I found.