Riepe is right; leave the camera at home sometimes. Just like unplugging from the computer; it is reminder of that connection between what’s inside you and out. From one camera-aholic to another? 😉

Cheers.

I have been a professional writer for 31 years… That means I have earned 100%v of my income through writing. While I am far from a success story, I put a kid through college and paid off two divorces. (I am working up to a point.)

Suppose you were a professional photographer or a writer, and throwing in the towel wasn’t an option? You wouldn’t think twice about it getting on with it. I don’t know what you do for a living, but I know what happens when pressures at work spill into everything else.

Sometimes we forget why we do things. While riding the scooter may occasionally present you with wonderful and unique opporrtunities for pictures, isn’t the ride the thing that wipes the soul clean?

If I could be bold enough to make a suggestion, go riding without the camera. Take ten rides solely for the purpose of savoring the day’s images in your mind’s eye. When you take up the camera again, I’m betting it won’t weight so heavily on the creative soul.

Didn’t it feel good to poke me with a stick in your last post? Sometimes it helps to step outside the boundaries we create for ourselves. You can find a hundred ways t break the damn spell by deviating from the expected.

Nearly all of the blogs that I repeatedly read are well done. (Three suck like Hoovers, but I like their authors.) I seldom feel competition from another writer. But I hate raising the bar for myself and I am compelled to do that often.

Maine is a great place to go for pure introspection… But sometimes that’s the wrong direction. Go back next July. Find a deserted, wooded point on the water. (Scraggle point.) Swim… Lay in the sun… Get laid outside… Bake a lobster and clams on the beach… Drink a local beer so cold your teeth ache. Then buy the damn BMW GS and make an annual ride out of it. (Then you can write about riding around on one of the world’s best truly ugly motorcycles.)

I wasn’t lying when I said your blog was the motivation for starting mine. But I could never aspire to your purity of heart and soul… So I built my cathedral in the gutter, proving there is a congregation for everyone.

Fondest regards,
Jack • reep • Toad
Twisted Roads

I don’t think it’s unusual for creative people to flame out once in a while. Change your focus (no pun intended) to a totally different topic or hobby for a while until your mental reset button is pushed. Or buy a bike so fast you scare yourself silly and awake. New blog: “Hayabusa In The Sticks.”

Roy.

I’ll try and follow your advice though and do things when I feel like it. My fear is I’ll never feel like it…

I plan to put this rough patch behind me a keep on riding. Have a lot of posts in progress including my long overdue review of the BMW F800 GS.

I love riding in the cold and have found great excitement on the days where the thermometer hit the 30s.

I’ve just been caught up in a work/mental swirl and didn’t think it wise to ride until I relaxed a bit.

Like right now.

So far I’ve not thrown in the towel but there are days…

I did take a riding vacation. I just haven’t written the post yet. A fine adventure for me and my friend Paul.

I like the stuff your doing and I enjoy following your meanderings. I hope you ride on, write on, and capture glimpses of the world around you.

~Keith