This is the very first non-work-related-post of the summer from me. This might have also been one of the only actual and proper summer nights I’ve been able to spend during these months. You know, such a night you spent with people dear to you, stay up late no matter if you had work tomorrow and do something less-than reasonable with say a boat, a motor, six-pack and a camera. Proper irresponsible and free summer night.

The problem really wasn’t that I hadn’t taken photos during my spare time. I did, really, thousands of them. The problem is that after 8 to 12 hours of work one doesn’t just feel like processing some shots he or she took last weekend. Or some might feel like that, I rarely do. And I feel quilty for that. Am I really that unmotivated that I don’t have energy to take photography as both work and area of interest and dear hobby? This leads us to another very good question I’ve been struggling with this summer: Where does one end and the other start? If one enjoys his work, is it still work? Should work and play be separated? Should I start worrying when I find myself staying far too late at the office working photos for the fifth time that week? I don’t know, you tell me. It’s not like there has been much else waiting for me in Kemi.

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