Over and Over
Thursday. I've recently shot a number of photographs using the manual Nikon F3. The photograph below is a good photograph, but it's overexposed and this was the lesson I was after. About another stop or so less light for dark haired ladies with pale skin. This is something every other photographer learns in their first week, but I've been relearning it now, week after week, for four years (What is the story? The guy who wakes up in the morning without any memory, so he writes a note to himself the night before? I don't make notes.). Or is that obvious? Mumble.
Friday. Last night was a long night thinking. Usually on a week day night I work on the journal, hit the sack, the alarm rings, I'm up and ready for breakfast. Last night was more like an angst ridden Sunday in that I went through the old "I'm fucked, what now?" routine, except today felt better and I had the feeling of a Phoenix rising from the ashes, a heavy, wobbly, barely at the controls Phoenix, but a Phoenix none the less. So I did some stuff today instead of just thinking about doing some stuff today. I think about doing things a lot, but I don't do much about them. If this is somewhat opaque, well yes, it is.
Saturday. Late in the evening having returned from a performance of Así Que Pasen Cinco Años, an opera adapted from a play by Federico Garcia Lorca. Opera, a block off Jack London Square on Broadway across the street from Bluesville and Everett and Jones Barbecue? Caused me to stop and think. It wasn't bad, not bad at all. The dialogue was incomprehensible - words spoken in English, the arias in Spanish, the theme, I think, love, death and seaweed. I am sitting here now at the computer ready for bed, really ready for bed as I spent the day lugging the cameras shooting pictures before attending the opera. Or is this not a surprise? The pictures?
Sunday. Three hours at the office this morning. Can't do this. The brain is fuzzing over. The spoken and written word become lost in white noise. Makes you question what all of this is about...over and over and over and over.
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