Seem To Remember
Saturday. Another evening of getting to bed at eleven, awakening just after eight, getting up at nine, heading out for coffee and a paper at Starbucks, home now: the sky clear, the sun out and cold. Yes, it gets cold out here in Portland. Better cold sun than cold rain, of course, or snow or whatever these “northern climates” are capable of in the winter.
A good dinner last night. My nephew's friend came over to have dinner with us and, given the food and the wine, the evening went just like that. (Gosh. Just like that.) Some television, my sister seems addicted to the various Law and Order series now that she's been studying to be a paralegal (no, I don't remember exactly what it's called, but it requires a fair amount of study) and then to bed. Today, well, today we go out and shoot some pictures in preparation for heading out to the family party tomorrow.
You shoot pictures to prepare for a party?
We shoot pictures to prepare for doing the laundry. Simple rule, but it does get you outside with a camera.
I set up two of the small strobes in the dining room last night and used them to shoot photographs triggered by a third strobe mounted on the camera. The light was OK, but I needed to experiment more in placing the lights. (Note offending strobe light on the china cabinet in the upper right corner. Real photographers would never do something so silly.) I ending up just turning all of them off and shooting everything at ISO 6400, which was fine what with the wine (and everything). Some problems with the light blowing out people's faces. The usual red shift under incandescent light, easily fixed in the computer. Sloppy, but I learn. Next time better. One small next time better at a time.
Later. It's now noon, the head is pretty clear, the day ahead. I've been wondering if I were to change my schedule so I awoke at, say, ten-thirty and got up at eleven, if the morning slow to warm up the engine phase would go any faster? A matter of light rather than rusting arms and legs and head? Dream on. Doesn't matter. I'm pretty much up for whatever may come the rest of the day, the rest of the long day, and feeling pretty good about it.
My sister is out back in a wooded area shooting pictures at the moment. I'm less interested in shooting pictures in wooded areas, so I'm still sitting here writing drivel. One knows where one's priorities lie and mine are here when it comes to walking a wooded trail on a cold morning in winter. The warmer cold of the afternoon I'm willing to handle, but I'm keeping to my “coddle the sloth” and not fretting about it. Alfred E. Newman had similar rules of behavior I seem to recall.