In the opposite direction...
In the opposite direction...
I for one returned to photography after many years of (exclusive, concentrated) self-identification as a poet, publishing a number of books and hundreds of individual works, winning fellowships and prizes etc., and teaching creative writing to a few thousand students over 2 decades.
Google "Robert Hill Long," quotes included, for more about that.
I decided not long ago to keep my literary identity out of RFF. First, I want to respect the terms of engagement here. Second, the passion for photography has returned/grown here, near the end of my working (for-a-living) life, and brooks no distraction from other fields, though I love my guitars and can look back on my writing/publishing career without shame.
I do not know whether I will return to poetry and flash fiction the way I practiced them between the 1970s and 2010. This isn't distressing, it's liberating. The medical and psychic issues associated with my past 2 decades of being a poet have floated away. For now, at least.
On the other hand--respecting the OP and other followups!--I am all for whatever sparks and releases creativity in others, and can understand how photographers with decades of work might turn toward other forms of image-making and story-telling, other forms of discipline and expression. If you are one, I shake your hand and wish you the best, though we may be passing each other in opposite directions toward our still-mysterious fates.