I thought it would be a breeze, throwing off my old life in Brooklyn and embracing this new one.

Wrong.

I've found all kinds of things to do instead of photography: reading, snoozing, surfing the web, daydreaming. Endless distractions.

The trip to Spain was good. Got the camera out, started shooting again. I don't know that I got anything good, but I'll finish editing this week, put something up on Flickr and you can let me know. It was hard to think "will this sell" and "does this make me hot" at the same time. The "is it hot" is my personal gauge on how succesful a photo is.

I saw some great art. I particularly loved Bill Viola, who was new to me. And I found my favorite Balthus painting hanging on the wall in Madrid. I haven't seen it since the MOMA closed for renovation.

Ideas are percolating on the red shoes project. Stay tuned...