Strange how the mood changes. One minute you have three ideas for an entry, the world is right, they're tight and funny and writing themselves in your mind, the next moment you have the same three ideas, but they're dead, dead, dead. Tomorrow, well, tomorrow never comes.

That's OK. Better to write a few lines to remember the day (and it hasn't been a bad day). I talked with my sister this evening and wondered out loud where this chapter of my life is heading. In the past I would make a change about now. What kind of a change, I don't know, but there's something going on under the surface and I can feel the undertow.

One reason I like slides is you can keep them in clear plastic sheets, 20 to a page, and it's easy to see what they look like just holding them up to a light. I have a number of binders filled with these sheets and when I'm ready to pick a banner photograph, I go through them until one pops out. Sometimes its just a piece of a slide, an interesting expression on a face that I hadn't noticed before.

I'm not sure why I chose the one for today. I've known the lady for a long time, if not very well, and I'm not certain its totally appropriate to run it here. She looks tired. Who am I seeing there? Is her photograph a mirror? Perhaps. Maybe they're mirrors and that's what photography's about.