Hours and hours of scanning and cooking photographs. It is exciting, but tedious and boring, too, the hours flying away until there are no more. Now there is work, the working world, as well. The hours stolen by work are more than the ones you put in on the job, of course. You think about it before you go, you think about it afterwards. No, a job leaves little time for living in the present. And mucking about with photographs has left me little time for writing. I want to get back to my narrative. Tomorrow. There is nothing that can't be done tomorrow, as they say.
Now, though, I must prepare for all the things I've left undone and which have come to be done since I went away. Loathsome. But Philip Larkin worked and wrote those wonderful poems besides. I read one review that called them a "piquant mixture of lyricism and discontent." Now there's something to which one may aspire.
Tomorrow. I promise. There is nothing that can't be done. . . .
I've never found the balance between work, photography and writing either. Something always suffers...
ReplyDeleteFirst picture is awesome!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful girl,beautiful beach, beautiful scenery and a convertible!
looks like paradise to me :)
thanks for the the surf pics, helps me get though the mundane!
snap on
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forgot to mention the awesome board she's holding.
ReplyDeleteGood job, one day I'm coming down to your town and ride on the beach ride on the waves and shoot some. I'll bring my Holga :)
hang ten!
d
Cool pics, worth the trouble.
ReplyDeleteThank you all for your support. I will continue the project as long as I can. You can see that it is pretty fun.
ReplyDeleteI can't log into my blog today. I don't know why. The error message does not even register with the help desk, so I may not be able to post today. I've written the piece and saved it, so if and when I am allowed back on, I will put up a story.
OK. Hope it is soon.
OK. I've posted. By the way, D, that is exactly what I said to the girl when I asked if I could take her picture.
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