Nowhere To Hide
Tuesday. Today I awoke (for the last time) after nine, some three hours later than usual. I may have to revise my definition of “usual”. If I didn't get enough sleep the night before I made up for it last night. Still, breakfast at the usual place, much later than usual, a drive by Safeway for milk and cereal (and cat food, of course), a drive back now to the apartment thinking I'll snap the 60mm macro lens on a camera and go downtown this afternoon and photograph (properly) what has been identified by a friend (who turns out to be a gardener) as Kangaroo paw or Monkey paw on a series I've been futzing with on Facebook.
You're going to go downtown today and (properly) photograph a Monkey Paw?
What more could you ask for to give purpose to a day? Or a year? (Or a life?)
Later. I should have been thinking 105mm macro lens rather than 60mm macro lens, but so what? I pass these Monkey Paws often enough I could photograph them with a Brownie Hawkeye if I wanted. Well, maybe not a Hawkeye. I believe my first camera was a Kodak Duaflex IV, hot stuff for a kid of my age at the time. I wish I still had some of the old negatives. Well, I may well still have some of the old negatives and simply not know where. I've been losing track of my where's.
The quick bus ride to and then a walk back from the downtown to take the Monkey Paw photograph cleared the head. The aching sinus-upper palate was still active, but there was a spring in the step and the mind was clearer than it had been sitting like a lump in the apartment. I have no idea what that means, although it again makes me think of getting out of here for a couple of months. And again. Maybe..., well. How many times am I going to repeat it?
They say mostly cloudy instead of today's cloudy for the rest of the week. Russian River weather?
Nowhere to go, my bucko, nowhere to hide.