Sign Of Light
Sunday. Sunny, a bit cool, up at six with the alarm, to breakfast and back before eight, the head a little slow, but functioning. Which means something, I have no doubt, it's just I'm not sure what. Not sure it matters. Time will tell. We'll wait.
Well, yes. We do. A sign of good spirits at least. I fumbled a bit at the cash register paying for breakfast this morning, no big deal I suspect. I'd thought I'd given my waitress a five and a ten when I'd given her two fives. Not a mistake I would have made when I was younger. A slip in the sense I didn't really look closely enough when I was taking them out of the wallet? Yeah. Pretty much. But again, a sign of things to come? A wandering mind? It's happened before in these last six months, not often, but things, because they're new and unique to my experience, I keep in mind. And wonder when it will happen again.
Wonder to yourself.
I'm not sure that's possible.
Later. I guess the proof is in the pudding. I went on about going to the Cherry Blossom Festival in San Francisco yesterday and feeling good about it, albeit a little tired, normally tired for an outing like that, but I doubted I go back for more pictures, even though I wanted more for a page on artandlife.
Well, a bus, BART and another bus to Japantown late this morning for another two hours shooting, not taking one of those hours for lunch. Felt good, ran into Ms. Y and her husband near the food concessions, two friends from the APL days I haven't seen in too long and we caught up on the happenings. Well, we mentioned we were both retired, Ms. Y saying she was busier now than she'd been when she was going to an office every day.
I couldn't match that, but I probably get more things that are productive done. I mentioned I haven't yet gotten around to properly cleaning up the apartment and wondered when that might fall into place in the retirement scheme of things. But I suspect they both somehow knew that.
Anyway, I did get more photographs. Maybe just the mood and a gift from the gods, I may now have enough for two sections on artandlife I was worried I really didn't have enough yesterday for one. Back now at the apartment after spending what I realize was three hours in Photoshop, the time seeming to go sliding right by. No complaints. I've obviously chosen the right hobby.
I brought a smaller sensor size camera (the D2Xs) with a 135mm f 2.0 lens rather than the 70mm-200mm f 2.8 just for the difference in size wondering if that would make a difference in the way I was seeing and shooting. The photographs I found were fine, but the focus for some reason was unreliable. I've used this lens many times in the past, particularly with film, and it's always been sharp so I've something to learn something here. What? Well, I have to look at my shutter speeds and exposures to see if they were out of whack - there were a very few taken at something like a fifteenth of a second, maybe there are more - but we don't like our pictures to be fuzzy. The head is bad enough.
Tomorrow an appointment with the neurologist (who sent me to the ocular neurologist) to go over the history so far and maybe see where we go from here. I haven't had any symptoms of the ocular migraines in some time, maybe they've decided to move on.
Yes, I know, cross my fingers saying something as silly as that, but for some reason it wouldn't surprise me if I were right. That's probably just me feeling better these last few days. Still, when I'm experiencing the double vision thing now, it too has been less intense. Another reason to be upbeat. But more probably wishful thinking. A upturn in attitude at the first sign of light. Better than depressed.