Posting in the evening, after the workday, after the commute home, is working in my 'lower energy' phase. Still awake, still functional, and even able to work on art yet needing to prod myself a wee bit to do so. Much easier, say, to sit down on the settee and enjoy Houdini climbing up next to me for some together time. Which isn't made any easier to defer by Houdini sending me those messages that it is indeed time for just that.
Persevering through that, and either finishing up the processing and upload for a photograph that day or even finding one already in the on-line portfolio and posting that, that feeds into a concept about art that many people miss. Seeing the final product many people assume they couldn't do that, there is so much creativity there, it's not in them. What they don't see is the (potential hundreds to thousands) hours of work, of labour which is embodied in that final product.
This is another lesson from my first art teacher. Dad pointed out that yes, sculpture is a very interesting thing to view. As with Michelangelo (one of his favoured sculptors to study) he would often see the subject which was in the wood he chose to carve, and likewise sometimes be looking for the section of wood which lent itself to a vision he nurtured in his mind. And once finding that proper piece, regardless of the medium, next came a good deal of plain hard work chipping away stone, cutting away wood, simply to get to the roughed shape which then needed more hard work to smooth out and finish.
And often that fine work would need to wait for a time, for the artist to rest and recover from the tough physical labour. Which didn't mean that work was over; that merely meant that other work, not quite so demanding, needed to fill those hours.