Have Done That
Saturday. The San Francisco Chinese New Year Parade is beginning as I write. The day has been warm and sunny, the sky clear, and yet I'm not there shooting pictures. I remember last year, still recovering to some degree from the prostate operation but none the less shooting the parade. I didn't feel all that well, but I didn't think to quit. Why so today? Don't know. Why have I yet to develop the black and white I've shot over these last number of weeks? Don't know. Today, however, a breakthrough. I've decided not to care. We'll toodle around this evening with this and then tomorrow - always tomorrow - we'll see what comes up.
Go back to that cafe for breakfast where you think you picked up the bad food bug?
I don't know, but I want to stop worrying about what is not and get on with what is. For example, I made of list of things I wanted to accomplish on my week of vacation. Which ones did I actually accomplish? One or two. Should I beat myself up about it? No. Should I make any more lists? Of course, but be realistic when I notice how many I actually attempt. Hope still springs eternal, make some plans, take a shot, notice when you don't finish because it's trying to tell you something.
Tuesday. Monday was the first day I've felt like a human being for two weeks. One celebrates. One does not complain.
I did order a softbox for the studio lights (don't ask me why) and a roll film attachment for a new scanner I've been wanting to buy when B&H finally gets it in stock, thinking I'd better order it while they actually have the attachment so it hasn't gone out of stock when the scanner itself arrives. It's a nice scanner I want for reasons I will undoubtedly beat to death here at great length at some point in the future. (The scanner was listed as in stock for the first time today, so I ordered it. Life in the fast lane.)
The Beatles. A long time ago, forty years now since the Beatles appeared on the Ed Sullivan Show. I was in Seattle in college and all this was happening in the background, but my sister was in high school living with the family in New York. I remember she asked me to write a note to attach to her request for tickets, the thought being a clever turn of phase might give that extra edge. I hear they had fifty thousand requests. So much for clever notes. My sister's good friend, I forget her name, who's father was a vice president at the network turned out to be a better bet and I believe you can still see my sister in some of the pictures of the audience.
I knew of the Beatles in the beginning , writing the note and that, but they didn't become more than a weenie bopper pop phenomena until Rubber Soul. I skipped a request by a reporter friend to go to a Beatles press conference when they were staying in Seattle on their whatever it was tour. Probably shouldn't have done that.
Thursday. The softbox and the roll film attachment for the film scanner arrived today, the scanner itself it due Monday. This is good. I guess.
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