Dear diary, have I lost my touch?

Dear diary, today was supposed to be a good day. Well, I knew there would be rain and I had an idea where I wanted to shoot. But for one I missed my target because I decided to go old school. And for another because I was trapped in some biblical rain shower where I couldn’t see past 5 meters over my bonnet. Back in the day, I would’ve sat it out, but not today. I drove around and enjoyed it as much.

But it made me wonder, after I was home and the sun came out, if I gave up too soon and it made me feel weak and amateurish. Back in the day I most likely would’ve found a place to stop and regroup myself.

Tomorrow I’ve got a strategy and I intend to execute it. Like in old times. And I hold myself accountable for it. Speak you tomorrow dear diary.