Later. Still overcast, but no rain. Off to the lesson and back, my rendition of the finger picking exercise a disaster. I'm beginning to think this teaching of guitar students profession isn't all wine and roses, for every Jimmy Hendrix there's a, well, me. I played it way less well than I had this morning before setting out, but the mind went to mush when I arrived and the fingers followed. Wild Horses went fine, though. Do you suppose it's because I spent so much time practicing it over the other? One might suspect.

Otherwise not much to say. I set out to take a walk, again under a cloudy but no rain sky, turned completely around at the corner and returned to the apartment. Spent time reworking a photograph from the 70's just because it happened to come up as I was looking for something else and decided it could be better with a little work. Which is good. Engrossing yourself in something you like is good.

The 11"x14" photo paper I ordered yesterday came early this afternoon, so I think I'll take a first crack at that project I mentioned. I've noticed a rise in both enthusiasm and perhaps even energy lately at the thought of doing one or two things that have been on the back burner for the last year. Pleasant set of thoughts, best not to mention them further lest I, in bringing them up, seal their doom.

Diddle-dee-doom?

Diddle-dee-doom.

Later still. Printed three 11"x14" prints. Hmm. I need to recalibrate the screen and the printer. I'm not getting on paper what I'm seeing on the screen. If I'm going expend the time and energy to make a series of prints I'm going to do them right. Hup. And all that.

You really believe that?

I know. Depressing. How long have I been saying I'm going to calibrate the monitor, let alone the printer? I have all the necessary equipment. Too long. Way too long. Babble, babble. Spring, we need thee to awaken me (right now).

Some internal dialogue about going to the Art Murmur this evening. It will be light for the first hour or so and I haven't been to one in a while. I finally put the jacket on, picked up the camera, headed out the door and made it as far as the head of the stairs before turning around and returning to the apartment. I don't want to go to the Art Murmur. Not today, anyway. We'll catch up on the guitar. Or something.

Evening. Skipped the six o'clock Italian police procedural and, well, really didn't do much else. To bed early, I'd think, maybe go by the new outdoor art exhibit tomorrow (with a camera, what else?) in the lot by the Fox theater that officially opened this evening during the Art Murmur. Nothing otherwise happening this weekend, although the weekends following look pretty good.