Stayed up late last night finishing The Nightingale, by Kristin Hannah. If you can read this without many tears at the end then you must be an automaton of some type. Very touching fiction regarding two sisters during the French Resistance during WWII. Makes me proud of my French heritage and equally dismayed over the other half which is German. Have been watching a documentary on Amazon Prime Video about Dorothea Lange, the iconic depression-era photojournalist. Highly recommended.
I have become more aware recently of the fact that my photography has reached the point of becoming instinctual in nature...that is to say that it requires no conscious efforts in planning or execution of the physical aspects of the process. I have become so comfortable in my routine after these many years that I can work without any self-talk or other cognitive distractions getting in the way or otherwise becoming a part of the creative process. I remember Fred Picker noting this as a goal when learning Large Format Photography in his newsletters and workshops. It is a pleasant state to work from, as you are so assured of your technique and the mechanical aspects of the creative process that you are not burdened with the "I hope this turns out" type of cognition. If I leave my light meter at home, I am also comfortable enough without it to select an F-stop and shutter speed by guess (with the exception of pinhole work which requires very long exposures taking into account reciprocity calcuations.). I know of no way to get to this point in your work other than devotion and time over an extended period. Unless you have a passion for the creative process with the camera, it won't happen....There is no substitute for work in the creative arts, as well as there is none in the establishment and maintenance of a career.