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August 14, 2015

Lights Out

Friday. Lights out again before ten, good, but awakened by a car alarm (a very loud nearby car alarm) in the early morning that went on for a good ten minutes. On, off and then on again, for a good ten minutes. Hi, ho. I suspect there's broken car window glass on the street somewhere along my street.

Awake before the alarm feeling pretty good, car alarm or not, up and out the door to breakfast with the sun breaking through scattered clouds. Again, they're saying much warmer through the weekend.

It is Friday, the last day of the work week, and something is usually up on a Friday, if only the thought of past Fridays for those of us who no longer work. So we'll see. Pictures, at least, after skipping out again yesterday. Feel good, the day ahead.

Later. What can I say, another slow day. I did get a set of iPad headphones in the mail from Amazon, ones with much smaller ‘earbuds’ (they termed these ‘canal phones’) that actually fit in my ears. Not something I've ever much needed to think about: the entrance to my ears. These came with various sized rubber ear attachments and I immediately mounted the smallest one. And they fit. And they're comfortable. And I suspect I'm now fated to spend more time on the tablet.

Otherwise no pictures, a short walk up my street to see if there was automobile window glass by the sidewalk, see if a smashed window had set off last night's car alarm. Didn't find anything. Have no idea why I'd want to take the time to check, but I did. Yes, it really was loud last night.

Otherwise tired, the sinuses are acting up and there's no way to get to sleep. I've tried. Hasn't worked. So time on the tablet and maybe, just maybe, more time with the guitar.

Your promise of construction pictures seems to have gone by the wayside.

I'm not sure many would be upset.

Evening. Ah, yes: turn off the tablet in order to watch a New Tricks I know from reading the schedule is one I've seen before. Doesn't necessarily mean I'll know who done it until the very end, but we'll see by the next paragraph. We will.

It was the one I'd been thinking it was, a bit hazy on the plot and, yes, I had no idea what was going on until the very end. Hmm. I suspect, whatever it is I get out of these things, who done it isn't particularly high on the list.

Either that or you're more a wacko than you thought.

Which leads us to the Midsomer Murders at eight. I was expecting to watch the first few minutes and then bail until I realized the various people under suspicion (and getting themselves killed) were all photographers. Crazy, not particularly warm and fuzzy, photographers, but how could I not stay and watch?

And you did.

And so I did, the culmination of the thing occurring in a darkroom, a film, developer, stop bath and fixer darkroom where the perpetrator was unmasked. Dumb, but some nice pictures of old Rolli's and Leica's that made it necessary to stay up and watch this Friday night.

Then to bed and lights out.

The photo up top was taken Sunday at the ‘Vigil for Mike Brown and All Our Fallen’ with a Nikon D4s mounted with a 70-200mm f 2.8 VR II Nikkor lens.