You're a thinkin’? You sure you're not just a writin’?

Mr. E called suggesting we skip getting together in San Francisco for a movie later today, what with the rain, and I, cozy with the heat up high here in the apartment, was thinking the very same thing. So we'll put off the movie for a week. Complicated, this existence. Takes too much thinkin’.

Later. A picture or two this afternoon. Just futzing around. How much of my photography time is spent “just futzing around”? Too much and not enough. Not enough in the sense I don't have the nuts and bolts of the business down. You need to learn the tools. Unfortunately. Too little in the sense I'm doing little in the way of experimentation. You need to stretch, do some really bad off the wall never to be shown in public stuff to find the good stuff that will invariably reside inside. I'm stating this with absolute confidence without anything to back it up, of course. Here in Oakland.

So don't trust your judgement?

Hard to go wrong with the proposition you should work hard to learn the basics, the nuts and bolts, and spend more time experimenting in order to find your own internal eye.

So what's the problem?

Preaching gives me the creeps, even such obviously enlightened preaching such as mine, and it's creepy to give yourself the creeps.

Sounds like you're struggling with this photography business. You've found your own internal eye?

I'm shooting pictures of teddy bears and bottles of Onigoroshi sake. You decide.