And Interesting
Sunday. A second wind last night so I re-read the bio I expanded last week. It's not very good. Awkward writing, needs an edit; awkward narrative, needs more thought about what I was doing and thinking that long ago gone decade. The term “embarrassing” comes to mind. So I've begun the rewrite. It may not the best idea I've ever had, this bio. I'm in unknown territory here, always have been. It being up there, though, is more than enough motivation for me to make the necessary revisions, and that's good. It may take me many more revisions than I'm anticipating, and that's bad. People do find it. Not many, but they do find it and they do come by and I, oh so clever I, may be foolish in having it. Then again, if I take it down, it will never get done and..., well, maybe, maybe. Maybe I should just stick to photographs.
Mumble, moan. Mumble, moan.
I long ago picked up the domain Idiot Within, although I've done nothing with it. Reading the bio might help understand why “Idiot Within” or “Occasionally Clever”. Self depreciating? Maybe, but I doubt it. There's enough asshole in here, I'm sure, to go around. It's all unknown territory, this life. Ego puts it up, ego takes it down.
We're drifting.
Breakfast at the usual place just after seven, the sun bright, the day looking good. I mentioned I wasn't happy with the pictures I took yesterday at the 350.org event, but upsets pass. I made mistakes in the equipment I brought and the way I took the photographs, breaking rules I long ago learned, but this is nothing I haven't done before and nothing I won't do again. So we'll start afresh. I'm not aware of anything out there worth making a special trip to photograph today, but that's the norm now that winter is coming. Not many big open air events in the winter. Plenty of stuff around to photograph with a little imagination, the reality is it's harder to find good photographs in the winter, but limiting only if you let it. Right? (Hup! Hup! Hup!)
Later. Walking around the downtown is the test for how the head is screwed together on any given day and I have to admit today is good. I thought for a moment, wondering if taking my shots from the inhaler before leaving was such a good idea, exercise seems to kick the lungs over, but the lungs were reasonably quiescent. No coughing, nobody turning pale as we were passing. The voice still an octave lower than normal, but the lungs behaving. A picture or two, the attitude good, back now in the early afternoon to maybe settle down PhotoShop again, keep after those lessons. I don't believe the editor I'm using has a feature to count the number of times I've used “good” in an entry, but you get the notion.
I've developed over time a number of buildings, usually buildings, but buildings and places I tend to photograph every time I pass them. I'm not sure why. Maybe I have a hunch there's a way to look at them I haven't discovered yet, maybe it's just habit, a hope there's more to it than just, I don't know, lack of imagination. So I shot my share earlier, the sun bright in an autumn kind of brightness, the colors different and interesting.
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