Old habits come in waves. Sometimes you think you are over something and then it comes back all the sudden, unexpected.
I went scouting for a shoot last weekend. Out in the woods, looking for a few deserted spots, I started shooting things I was shooting a couple of years ago. I was doing it without forcing myself through the exercise. I was shooting scenes widely for my scouting purposes but I would end up slowing down and composing on particular elements.
Tonight, at 3:30am, fully awake by an insomnia episode like I use to have frequently, I post processed these photos in my good old black and white tastes, over some good old aerial music I use to listen while working. If good old habits come in waves, tonight it feels like the eye of the storm.