It was my fault.
It had been there all along, but I wasn’t really looking.
The ultimate digital nomad’s hive in Berlin. Outside, the snow that fell last night is melting into a reflective sheen of silver and there is a myriad of lights and shadows dancing on every surface as life speed past the windows.
These are photographs, every one of them, waiting to be taken.
The only thing is, I don’t have my camera.
So here I am, moping.
And feeling miserable because I can’t help but compare this gray Berlin to the Berlin I experienced not long ago.
That Berlin was of golden summer tinge and long, balmy afternoons, of happy bicycles and spicy döner kebabs.
And then one day, after days of not enjoying Berlin, I wake up…
And nothing happens.
Except that I stop moping. I have breakfast, grab my Olympus EM-10 camera and head out into Berlin.
And just like that, I find Berlin.
That was my story behind these images.
But I still wonder, how do other photographers, how do you motivate yourself to go out and take photos?