After nap. Perhaps I should break these entries up into “before nap” and “after nap” blocks of deathless prose. Makes more sense now that I've retired. Having one's head fucked up has its moments. Being tired does allow you to put your head down and go to sleep.

I drove down to the local (expensive, but good) frame shop to have the Man Ray Heure de l'Observatoire print I found online recently properly packaged in a nice silver frame. (I've always wanted a painting of Lee Miller's lips on my wall: who wouldn't?). I have a space in the living room where it will fit, a painting that for me embodies an expression of the demons needed to create “Art”, a metaphor for those who pine after something not really known, something out of reach, something that gets them up in the morning or puts them to bed at night with a camera, paint brush, knitting needles or putty knife. I'll let that rattle around for a while and see what I think when it arrives. Life in the fast lane, here in Oakland, don't you think?

Oh, and I'm not happy with the black and white. Yes, there were issues with the development that I can blame on myself for not heading off at the pass, but I think I need to experiment a bit in the kitchen and out on the sidewalk, shoot some film under different conditions or go back to TRI-X and forget TMAX. TRI-X was the film of choice in my younger days, the film of choice for almost everyone else. Maybe its the nice contrasty character of TRI-X that's missing (other than a photographer who knows what's up.)