Monday. Another morning where the body seems to be behaving, the sinus-head part of the body anyway, which translates into a better mood more than anything else. Not a small thing at the beginning of a week (or the middle or the end, for that matter). This feeling better business brings up the same question, of course: where do we go from here? Well, maybe nowhere, maybe Rio, maybe down the street for a tuna fish sandwich. The choices are many, many more than the brain of this ossified old male can maybe handle in his limited experience.
Up early, down to breakfast, a good breakfast reading the papers, back now having fed Ms. Emmy another can of that ten cans of assorted cat food I mentioned I'd purchased in some desperation last week. The one with the brown sauce and the meaty bits this morning she liked. At least she ate it. She looks OK. I'm pretty sure. She's a thin cat, not in any way overweight, but she's not skinny either: there's cat there as well as bones. But you never know. So, at her annual checkup later this month, we'll talk with the vet. “How's my cat, vet?” Any reason we should trust our vets more than our doctors? Really? Not what I wanted to hear.
I mentioned the hour or so of shooting I did yesterday without mentioning if I'd particularly liked the results, if my heart and camera were in it. I was feeling much better than at my last outing in the same area, this realization quite clear as I was walking, but I'm afraid it didn't lead to my finding much in the way of pictures. Not something to worry about, I think, but something to keep in mind, make adjustments, crawl a bit out of the box the next time I'm hunting subjects. Taking pictures of people on a stage holding a microphone after taking your first few hundred pictures of people on a stage holding a microphone, for example, can lead to, well, stagnation
You do ramble.
It's been a long day and I'm looking forward to getting on the road again for Seattle to see the folks and photograph a wedding.