Right now, I don't miss it too much. My dreams for photography were always outweighed by my doubts about my ability. Maybe one day I will return to it when I have a better computer and more courage.
One of the reasons I was drawn so deeply into photography was because I liked taking a camera with me as I went out into the world. I found that, when I did, I had an excuse to slow down and engage with the environment more. People don't understand why someone would want to stop and whisper to a blossoming tree, or stare at a distant hill, or just sit in the grass letting sunlight drape over their shoulders. More understandable is taking photographs. And so I would bring myself into close, quiet intimacy with the world through my camera lens.
I would see how a flower lay against the voluptuous curve of light, a love story that filled my throat with emotion (I learned not to cry because if I did I could not take photographs). I would see the magic in a man's tilted face - magic that was not inside him but it was inside me and I could project it with my camera onto him. I would watch the spirit of a shadowy cave make a model dance, and then the spirit of sumptuous sunset draw her into enchanted stillness. I would see the secret dreaming of a tree.
The world is crowded with wonder. Photography brings us closer than close to it. But words can do the same. I shall try to write them.
and speaking of intimacy with the environment, this post by nonfixedstars is beautiful.