
You know what they say about how you don't realize how much you miss something till it's gone? Or time heals all wounds? Well, I'm not sure either analogy actually fits into what I'm trying to convey but work with me here.
There's always a potential trap to fall into when you turn your passion into your career. Once you achieve the things you always dreamed of you often find that the reality doesn't match up to how you thought it would be. Now, I will never, ever complain about pursuing motocross photography as a career. To me it has become a way of life and my experiences have gone way beyond anything I ever could have imagined. I have seen places and met people I never would have thought in a million years I would get the chance to hang out with, experiences that have gone far beyond my wildest dreams.
But, like anything, eventually the wear and tear of the nomadic life that is this job begins to wear on you. The constant travel, the living out of a bag for months at a time, the sleeping on floors and couches, the constantly chasing payments from clients...eventually all of it catches up. What begins as an adventure eventually becomes monotonous. When you shoot photos for yourself it is fun, when you start shooting photos for your next bill payment things change and it can become a challenge to keep the motivation high.
At the end of last summer I knew I had reached that point. After being gone for almost three quarters of a year straight, and with Racer X Canada closing down, the thought of going to the track and shooting photos had lost it's appeal. I knew it was time for a break. So I didn't go to California. I didn't take my camera out of the bag except for the Chilliwack Arenacrosses and a couple snowboard trips. I stayed home for almost 4 months straight, sleeping in my own bed. There were times when I missed shooting, but I wasn't aching to shoot.
Then a funny thing happened. March rolled around, the new season began to blossom and Mission Raceway held it's first race of the season today. As I set foot on the track I realized something.
I was home.
And now I'm excited again for the new season and can't wait for the chance to spend another half year living out of a bag and sleeping on a floor.
Funny how life works eh?
James