I read somewhere that dreaming of a favored activity might be a sign of addiction. There's some chance it's an addiction, but I prefer the term passion. I was editing photos last night.
I spent yesterday afternoon reading articles and watching videos. With no opportunity to take a photography class in the immediate future, my education is up to me. That's not so hard, thanks to the Internet. I set some goals, found concepts I wanted to learn more about, and did my research.
I took a huge number of photos. I was experimenting, so I did all kinds of things I wouldn't try on anyone but my kids. No one but a paid professional would have stood in front of my camera that long.
Most of the results were garbage. But a handful were magic.
It's the magic that keeps me up late at night.
As much as I love the results, it's the accomplishment that gives me a high.
I love photography. I want to be great at it, and I have so much to learn. Time spent trying something new is never wasted, even when I dislike the results. Merely tinkering is educational, and seeing tangible improvement from a few self-directed and self-taught hours is tremendously satisfying.
Every image and every edit is a revelation. Some are amazing, some are not. But all of it's exciting to this old dog who's eager to learn new tricks. The more time I devote to this passion, the more I learn and the better I become.
Going to bed at night means giving up that opportunity until sometime the next day. It's hard to stop. If that makes it an addiction, then I'm a happy photography addict.