Hi Reader,
Today I want to share something much more personal than usual—something I’ve been moving through quietly for the past weeks.
I’ve been feeling disconnected from my photography.
Not from nature itself, not from the rainforest that surrounds me every day, but from that inner spark that used to pull me toward my camera with excitement, curiosity, and devotion.
This season taught me things I didn’t expect.
About inspiration.
About the pressures of the photography industry.
About burnout.
About seeing too many images online.
About walking away from the city and learning to reconnect in a different way.
And even about the painful realization that sometimes we attach our identity to what we do, instead of who we truly are.
I decided to write a long, honest blog article about all of it—my disconnection, the reasons behind it, and the slow, gentle process of returning to myself and to the forest with new eyes.
If you’ve ever felt uninspired, lost, or unsure of who you are without your work, I think this piece will resonate deeply.
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When Inspiration Goes Quiet: Finding My Way Back to Nature
There was a time when picking up my camera felt like breathing.
A time when a single morning in the forest—listening to the dripping leaves, following the quiet choreography of insects, letting my heart soften to the pulse of life—was enough to realign my entire world.
Lately, that feeling has been harder to find.
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Thank you, truly, for being here—walking with me through every season, even the quiet ones.
With gratitude,
Cynthia