Time

I'll tell you what--if Ili lets me work at this, you won't be able to keep up with my production.  It will be like the old days.  She's been out of town for four days now, and I've been working straight through trying to organize the mess of images I have.  I play music, cut and sleeve negatives, make proof sheets in Photoshop, and make a few quick adjustments to a few images to text around.  I've moved things from the house to the garage where I am setting up my work station if I can get the tenant to get rid of all her junk.  And. . . I've been shooting images as well.  I've thought photography for four days now.  And I really haven't even begun working on my images.  See this one?  It is from the late '70s in old Gritville.  I have only done a perfunctory job of working on it.  It needs dodging and burning to make it more dramatic, but I haven't had the time.  Dramatic photos don't just happen.  They must be tweaked unless you are using your phone apps which tweak them for you.  And don't get me wrong, those are plenty fun.

Just a minute and I'll run this image through an app to show you.

There we go.  And that was pretty damn quick.

I am glad I got the 36" flat file cabinets, but I have many images that are just a bit too large to fit.  I went on Craigslist and found two 50" flat files for sale.  I will buy them, I think, if they aren't too large to move.  The fellow selling them says he has a forklift to get them into the truck.  Truck?  What truck?  I would have to rent one.  And maybe that is what I will have to do.  He only wants $300 for both of them.

I won three auctions on eBay for Chatham prints.  They were each a good price, but the three of them have added up. And I forgot about the cost of framing them.  I have to remember not to do anything on the computer when I've been drinking.

It has been a good weekend, though, and I am full of inspiration for making images and words.

Again. . . if I am allowed the time.