Think Of It
Tuesday. Up at nine, a bus downtown and then to San Francisco on BART to attend a PhotoShop retouching class, just me and the instructor for two hours at the computer as the original class scheduled for last week had only one applicant, me, and this was the result. A very good class, I learned much and I plan to work with what I've learned this week and next so it's burned to memory. If I'm going to shoot photographs I'm going to learn more technique, otherwise why bother? (This twelve or so years after picking up a camera again, but what the hell, they say it's never too late: Hup! Hup! Hup!)
But boy-howdy am I tired. A long walk at the end of the BART ride and my day is definitely done at four in the afternoon here at the apartment. Yes it is. Another trip to San Francisco tomorrow to have lunch with Ms. R in the same neighborhood, as it happens, but I'll be driving this time. It was odd as it dawned on me, walking to to the class, that it was near Potrero Avenue and I was walking on streets I'd driven every day during the 70's, the classroom located on top of a Calumet camera store meant for professional photographers: lots of heavy duty lighting equipment, camera gear and such for rental and purchase with a hugh assortment of digital printing paper. Hmmm. Printing paper. All kinds. I may visit this camera shop again, although their prices aren't going to match what I can find online. (I know, bite my tongue. Next I'll be talking about buying books from Amazon.)
In addition to the class I picked up the inhaler, read the instructions and took my first dose. We'll see how it goes. They say as many as two weeks before you may feel improvement, but don't stop unless your doctor says stop. Well, certainly not. I also picked up the reading glasses with the new prescription and they seem good. The glass is cleaner than it's been for the last year, even after all those sessions scrubbing them with the special lens wipes I was buying by the box. Well, new glass, no scratches, what would you expect?
The week has started well I think, all this business about popping a bubble or the bubble or whatever is still business that has my attention - the head seems good, the bubble gone - and I plan to seriously edit that online resume I mentioned updating over these next several days. Less whining, more information. I did have fun somewhere in that first decade earning a living and some of what I did was not without merit. Or effort. Even if, overall, it didn't lead to Nirvana or Enlightenment. It lead to photography, come to think of it. No complaints.