Is A Breeze
Pisces (February 18 - March 19): Oh, dear, what can the matter be? Haven't you said that a lot lately? Small wonder with Mercury gone bananas in your personal communications sector. Now, at last, storm clouds part, shedding light on what promises to be one of the great years of your life. Playing soon at a theater near you: a new life drama. (Minerva in today's Chronicle.)
Sunday. Overcast, some potentially nasty looking clouds this early in the morning, less than a good sign for the How Weird Street Faire later this afternoon. Still, one way or another, I'll get there. The cameras are charged and packed, the head ready. I've had breakfast. Ms. Emmy is fed and reasonably content, although I had to scoot her off my lap to start this. What else? Oh, the horoscope is interesting. Be more so if it were accurate. (No offense, please, Minerva. We happily steal your Sunday stuff.)
Yesterday was a good day, by the way. I finished it by going through my artandlife site looking for a set of somewhat connected photographs for framing, deciding they were all crap and I've been wasting my time with the cameras. These little episodes of “enlightenment” occur from time to time. Maybe they mean I'm ready to take another step up the ladder. Maybe, even within the dimmest of bulbs, the truth does get through. So, as I said, yesterday was a very good day right up to that ending moment. Diddle-dee-donut.
I did order a package of Epson paper of the right size for 16" x 20" framed prints. Epson makes some weird paper sizes, most of which I've accumulated, but these should do the trick. So, crap or not, progress was made. One day, one week, one month at a time.
Later. Not much later. It's raining now. Bummer. Still, the faire starts in another three hours, lasts through the afternoon and into the early evening, gives this rain time to pass through and stop. Right? Mom? Right? (Said the little kid with the Brownie Hawkeye in his hands, looking at the rain outside.)
Later still. The rain stopped, the sun started and so I went to the San Francisco How Weird Street Faire arriving an hour after it started, still plenty of clouds (which makes the light nice), but the sun obviously on the ascendant. Too early, of course, my arriving an hour after it opened, although there were still plenty of people there and plenty more an hour or so later when I finished. Next year, if there is a next year, I'll make it a point to arrive at five, three hours before it closes, see what the later crowds are like. Crazier? Who knows? It's a Sunday, but a Sunday in San Francisco, and that makes a difference.
In the evening. A run through any and all of the photographs today that might be worth adding to artandlife. I've done enough for what I call two pages, twenty one photographs to a “page”, but after last night's examination of my earlier work, maybe not. Keep it to one. Think twice. And then, what the hell, put them up. If I like them, if they have something they say to me, well deedle-dee-dee, that's why I got the domain name and do all this silly stuff in the first place.
So that's it?
Pretty tired after I finished, but felt better once I'd had some time to sit. Actually, to take a very short nap. Pumped me for running the photographs through PhotoShop, at least the ones that seemed to make any sense. I'll post a link, probably tomorrow, when they're done. A good day, the muscles sore, but only a little sore, the kind of sore that goes away and makes you think you're stronger. Sake has a similar effect. I guess I was sitting here trapped inside not that long ago with the knee and whatever else I'd had that week before, whatever walking muscles I use going slack. Carnaval coming up in two weeks. Need to be ready. Next to it the How Weird faire today is a breeze.