Later. Back from lunch with three of the old office crew about thirty minutes east of here at a barbecue place in Alamo none of us had ever been to before, picked by Mr. C from a phone book looking for a restaurant about equal distance from each of our various locations on a Tuesday at noon. It turned out well, the place had a patio out back next to a small stream, the temperature right, the sun shining (the birds singing, the laughter of small children rippling in the distance). Well, it was OK. A small Caesar salad with three barbecue grilled shrimp on top. Easy to eat, satisfying. I was actually thinking about that, a barbecue place and my current lack of appetite. Still strange to be thinking about such, after my first sixty-six years of gluttony on the planet, going to a barbecue place and not finding anything to eat.

Before setting out I went over the Carnaval photographs again and decided I really didn't have twenty-one that were worth putting up. Hmm. What was I thinking last night? Just because I found twenty I consider to be the best twenty from a remaining group of over two hundred doesn't mean those twenty are necessarily all that good. Some are. I can always use them to upgrade the weaker photos, no reason to particularly worry about it. Think about it. They'll all end up running here in the journal anyway this coming month. Generating photographs for the journal is my main impetus, got to have two on any given day to post. Still, I'll look at them again, try to determine what it was that seems to have gotten me so hyped last night.

Later still. OK, another run through the photographs, redoing some in Photoshop, finding others to replace those I no longer liked. Around in circles? I would think. But I have put them up (hup! hup!). Who knows where this will go with all this sudden enthusiasm for working in Photoshop?

No work then on the framing project?

Now, now. Be nice.