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My nose is full, literally. But oddly enough, this is also the perfect analogy for where I find myself in my photographic journey. I’ve spoken about the stages of grief<\/a> and loss before, and now, anger has taken its turn at center stage. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

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I’m in my pyjamas. I have a cold and my nose is running and there’s nothing I can do about it but drink tea and hope that it will pass. I’m feeling very helpless in this. So it’s what you call the man flu. But I’m also in a crisis<\/a> about my photography<\/a>.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n