I used to love photographing things--freezing time in little chunks. At some point I lost this drive to capture the world's light in pixels. It was like photography was my Entwife. It was something I knew I used to have, cherished, but lost. I'm not sure where I lost it or even when. I'm not sure what it looked like, but I'm pretty sure it's something I lost--misplaced among all my other interests. Or maybe this lost thing just evolved into something else.
I don't know.
Have you seen it? It may look like an Entwife.