This is a little experiment I did yesterday. I just wanted to know if I still had skills. It is a picture I took on old old Fuji instant film, then processed in my own special way. I don't know. I was very excited at first. Now. . . maybe. But I've already sent it out to friends, so I must stick by it. The Tuileries table and chairs, the shaft of light. It is Hemingway's Paris right in my own backyard. But it is a stage, a fairly empty scene. Perhaps you know what it needs.
Disease is abroad in my own home state. I may stop going to the gym again. I don't know. I woke up this morning feeling none to well--stuffy nose, a head full, drainage. Covid isn't the only thing about. There are apparently some pretty bad colds and flus here, too. Since getting the vaccine, I've become pretty lax, but they say now that I can still get sick; I just probably won't die from it.
I don't like getting sick.
But I do like seeing people.
I'm just not sure they are as happy about seeing me now.