Wednesday. Life in the fast lane, my friends: the breeze just blowing the cobwebs away.
We're doing wishful thinking this evening. Nothing like a little wishful thinking after a long day at the office playing “we are getting things done”. I guess I knew that when I was younger, that it was all just a game. I assumed somebody was getting something done. Had to be, right? All those purposeful people running around: papers in hand, phones in hand, meetings in hand? The world coming to an end if anyone should miss but a beat, right?
Thursday. Picked up the key to the studio after work. The studio, a live-work space being used as a photography studio, is now mine for a month. I'll move tripods and lights over Saturday and play at being a photographer. I think. Spend two days learning something about lighting. I think.