Recently a friend loaned me his old camera, and I hadn't realized how much I've missed taking pictures at rock shows until then. The feeling, the enthusiasm, the energy were all back; I was actually getting excited about going out again.

About an hour before the show, the camera stopped working. I tried three different sets of freshly charged batteries. It just wouldn't turn on.

Naturally, the energy drained out of me immediately, as if someone unplugged a drain. I had to force myself to go, but I went only because I didn't want to spend the rest of the night moping and stewing.

So I'm left with this question/doubt: Am I addicted to photography? Or is it just what I need to make me want to get up in the morning again?