Tuesday. Another decent night's sleep, up a little earlier this morning than yesterday morning before eight, off to breakfast and the papers and back before ten, a plumbing crew pulling their truck up outside the apartment building as I arrived, reminding me we're due to have the water cut off for the rest of the morning while they make repairs. I'll survive.
A good guitar practice session last night, a good day yesterday altogether, although it didn't lead to a proper walk or any pictures. Life will go on, though. One hopes.
Later. A walk over to the lake to take a picture or two with this new 70 - 300mm lens, again on a D2X series camera which makes it a 450mm lens at full extension. It's bright and sunny (and warm) and should be a good environment for getting good sharp focus. We want sharper pictures. The results seem uneven, but better, and I'm thinking, if I ever get to a place where I need to consistently use a lens this long, it's going to have to be one of the professional ones. Depressing, if you check their prices.
I mentioned a certain feeling of incremental progress recently. Tasks, small tasks, piddley little tasks, but tasks nonetheless completed on the to do list. And I think that shows progress. This ocular migraine business, the double vision, the other symptoms that seem to be associated with them, I'm watching all of them from something of a distance. I'm writing superficially about them, of course, going on and on, but otherwise I'm not convinced they aren't something happening in passing and they've eventually leave on their own.
So whatever's going on I seem to be making progress. I've started picking up tasks left in the lurch long back, making prints, hanging framed pictures and the like. Just little stuff, but progress, a head of steam building up. Of course at this rate it will take me the rest of my life to come back up to speed, but better is better, progress is progress, even here in Oakland I'd think.
Where'd that come from?
Could just be all this nice weather we've been having, temperatures in the high sixties. Could be this mental planning I've been doing with the project to print and frame some of the photographs for a show. Doesn't matter if a show ever comes into being, although I suspect it might, but preparing and then doing the framing is a sign the old me is still buried in here somewhere, getting ready to come out.
Later still. Well, I wrote the above (hup! hup!) and then slid into an ocular migraine in the early evening while I was printing a set of photographs for - what else? - a potential show. Don't cha know? What the hell, it caused me to get to sleep early, get a good night's rest, but it was a bit of a reality check.