Saturday. It cooled off last night, although the forecast is for more of the same. And tomorrow. Still, it's nine in the morning, I've returned from breakfast (at the usual place) and I have the last two Wire season five DVD's due later this afternoon from Netflix. How could a weekend have a better start, a better chance for a better outcome? Right. The prognosis is exciting.
Nothing much happening on the photography front. I've shot one or two interesting pictures. Nothing any different than any of the others I've shot over the last ten years. The antidote is to up the pressure: get out of the house and look for something different, fire up the studio lights and find something different, take powerful psychedelic drugs and look for something different, get in the car and drive for some decided upon number of hours and shoot everything you find when you get there. Or something. Will I do it? Any of them? Sitting here bitching about the weather?
Well. The answer is both depressing and obvious. Still, once you recognize the question can it be very long before you begin to look for an answer...?
An earthquake last night at nine, by the way. A 4.0 located 20 miles from here that both I and Ms. Emmy clearly noted. Not overly strong, but real. It had that “well, is this going to last and get stronger or what?” quality that doesn't last very long, but gives you the opportunity to deal real time with the reality you might not be living for very much longer. That's a bit much, but your senses become very sharp and you go through the mental gymnastics required to move to what may be a safer location.
Now, what's a safer location? Anecdotes come to mind, things you've read. And then the movement ceases. Ms. Emmy is no longer on the bed, of course, she's hunched down in the short hallway to the bedroom. Dogs are barking out in the distance. And then it's over and it's back to whatever fascinating world changing task that had been occupying my attention.
Later. Well, I was wrong about two DVD's arriving with the remaining chapters of The Wire. It was one DVD containing one last chapter. I wish they'd made such things when I was a teenager, in school beginning to understand the nature of bureaucracy. I say that, but what would I have understood? Is The Wire an end all and be all, a ticket to understanding the modern world? No, nothing like that. It's too large a world and too much is happening to encompass it in some off the wall series shown on cable. But it might, in my situation, have caused me to see life a little differently, take a different course. Not all that different a course, perhaps the same course with a better understanding of what was happening, a clearer idea of when to bail. An interesting series.