Tuesday, February 9, 2016
Kerflumpt
A little splash of color. I will cary two cameras--the Hasselblad and a digital DSLR--each with an equivalent lens. That way, I will have the same vision but for the 1:1 and the 3:2 ratios. I will only look like a slight camera nerd. I don't mind the digital color, but film should be black and white.
I say that knowing full well that the next roll of film I put in the Hasselblad will be color. Just to see.
I had a few delightful things yesterday. I had gotten a notification that the post office had tried to deliver a certified letter. I was not at home, and I rarely check my mail. The postman tried to deliver it on January 27th. It was from the new landlord who bought the building the studio was in. Uh-oh, I thought. This might be bad. But I went to the post office and got the letter, heart in throat.
It was a return of my deposit! $452! Man. . . I was glad I picked up the letter.
Later on, I went to renew my license plate. It took about two minutes. I barely sat down when my number was called. I didn't even have to show the proof of insurance card that I couldn't find.
Then it all went south. I went to the gym after work, but when I started to get dressed, I had no shorts. I looked around desperately wondering if one of the men who had finished working out would let me have his. Bad idea, I thought, and so, irritated, I packed up and went to the grocery store.
When I got home, the cable and internet was out. I called thinking I hadn't paid my bill. Two hours and fifteen minutes later--I was on the phone with them that long--it was all back on. My life, I felt, was dripping away minute by minute.
Later on that evening, after dinner, I had a quarrel.
I woke today feeling--kerflumpt. Sometimes you are just off. Perhaps a long walk would help put me back together. Walking works wonders. Sometimes that is all there is, just walking toward a distant object, walking away from another. There is some calculus involved, but I can't remember any of it. I'll leave it for the geniuses to figure out. I don't want to think too much today.
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