Back, of sorts.

Time is more of a rarity than before.
My photography is becoming something that relies on a few minutes between journeys, nothing more.
Time with one of my cameras is becoming a luxury rather than anything else.

That's why most of my journal for the past month has been what I've seen in and around Manchester. A collection of the good, the bad, and the ugly.
Not the subjects, just the state of my photography. I'm not seeing what I used to see. I'm trying to see something different.