Inappropriate

I solved one problem yesterday, but a mystery remains.  I used a different software to scan the 8x10 negative on my Epson printer and it worked.  This isn't it, though.  The mystery?  WTF is the dark area at the bottom of the negative?  I'm guessing it is the sagging bellows on the camera, but it didn't show up in the photo of the bird bath, so I can't be sure.  Trial and error at $100 a lesson.  

Here's a full 8x10 scan of the second negative.  Same f'ing blackness.  I look at the photos and wonder. . . "Why?"  And still. . . I'm intrigued.  Would you stand in front of a strangers camera for an 8x10 portrait if you saw him set up on a street? 

I wonder if I would be allowed to do this.  Would the cops tell me to move along?

I could do this with my Fuji GFX, but people would not be intrigued, I know.  People would just scowl and move along.  But an 8x10 camera?  That's a horse of a different color. 

All it's going to take is a whole lotta chutzpah.  Egoless chutzpah.  

I wish I had something else to tell you, but I don't.  I'm worn out.  Last night, I sat on the couch and watched YouTube clips of Hank Moody for about an hour and a half.  Holy shit. . . I forgot how much I liked that show.  Now that you can get into trouble for making a suggestion (see several of that sleazebag Swallwell's detractors claims), shows like "Californication" and others of its ilk are "cancelled."  But fuck. . . .

I shouldn't even say that out loud.  And I'm no Hank Moody.  I ain't no flirt.  

But I did buy a pair of cool sunglasses.  

Busy day.  Sprinkler repairman at nine.  Cardiologist at 12:30.  HVAC maintenance between 3 and 5.  All mom's.  I won't even get to take a walk or go to my house today.  Selavy.  

However. . . and I must. . . I do love the inappropriate comment.  Just sayin'.