Know The Signs
Sunday. OK, two pictures in a row of attractive women in uniform. No apologies.
Back now from breakfast, the sun bright, the lake to the point of being crowded with people running and walking, some thought to walk down later and photograph the church they're building nearby from another angle that shows the clever slice the architect has designed into the structure, not so much because it's a great design as the fact it's just far enough to get in my walking for the day. I've been pretty good about getting the walking in and making it a part of my schedule. The trick is in getting it into your routine (he said): do the breakfast, do the walking, eat another meal in the middle of the afternoon and leave the evening to steamy sex and writing.
You have no clue. Sex? You wish.
True, but I'm going with walking. It's passing my “truth-i-ness” test.
I'd be careful with that, there are people who read this who have respect for the language.
Later. Back now from a walk past the two hundred and twenty million dollar church that, without missing a beat, extended itself into a walk the rest of the way downtown where I discovered a concert just starting in the plaza in front of City Hall; then a cup of coffee at Peet's at an outside table on the patio in front of my old shipping company's building; then a walk half the way back home before hopping a bus feeling just fine. Feeling just fine now at the computer in the middle of the afternoon, the sun bright, Ms. Emmy sitting on my lap. I hadn't realized how quickly your wind can come back when you start walking again very day, I've had fleeting thoughts of adding a push up or two in the mornings. Fleeting thoughts, mind you, nothing so serious as starting. One doesn't want to be too serious on a Sunday afternoon in Oakland.
Later still. One of my photography magazines favorably reviewed a set of PhotoShop video lessons targeted at photographers at a time when I was thinking that since I'm retired I should learn PhotoShop, something I've avoided for ten years. Yes, I've taken online classes; yes I've read books; yes I've even opened the manual, but I've never been serious about learning what real photographers do with it. What are the many clever ways you can punch up (or down or left or right) a photograph using all of its tools? So I said the hell with it and placed an order. It's arriving tomorrow. I'm curious to see how far I'll go. Am I kidding myself? Wouldn't be the first time. So I'll mention it from time to time to follow my progress.
That sounds fishy. It means you're having second thoughts and you're kidding yourself believing if you say it here you'll follow though to avoid embarrassment.
Could be, we'll see, I too know the signs.