What Can I Say?

Here in my own home town, yesterday was one of the most perfect spring days you can imagine.  There was not a single cloud in the robin's egg blue sky all day.  The air was warm and dry.  And me?  I had scheduled a shoot at ten.  We finished at two.  I hadn't eaten, so then lunch inside a restaurant.  A bit later, the gym.  By the time I got outside, I had to go to market and make dinner for my mother.  

But I grilled a steak outside and we sat in the dining room by the big bay window watching the long early evening light slowly dwindle until the grayness had begun.  It was eight-thirty.  Good long lovely days will not last.  And who knows if they will come again.  I'm feeling like a poor rendition of a Hopkins poem here.  But there is truly light and air that breaks your heart, that you want to be taken into for etenity.  It is how I want to remember things in the last moments, though I will probably be filled with all the horrors of the things I left undone.  But nothing can ever be better than a perfect day filled with translucent light and crystalline air.  

Now. . . back to the factory.  There can never be anything worse than a day at the factory.  I hope this is not what haunts me in my final moments, all of the life wasted working for some selfish, idiot of a "boss," whose smallish dreams have been diminished by avarice, wrath, and pride.  

Waking this morning, I found this note in my inbox:  

thanks for the message!  But I am looking to hire and work with only professional photographers.  Will skill sets like the ones below but good luck with your future shoot.

http://www.brucetalbot.com/Bruce_Talbot/Home.html

http://www.larettahouston.com/

http://www.riverclark.com/

http://www.israelcolonphoto.com/

http://www.richardwarrenphotos.com/

Well, I should say.  I guess people need standards.  Her profile says she graduated from the University of Tennessee.  

On the upside of things, though, I saw that somebody came to my blog through the website of a tremendously important fine arts photographer with whom I studied in college oh so long ago.  I followed the link and found, much to my delight, that he has linked me on his own site.  Of course he doesn't know who I am nor that I studied for a year with him.  He just saw the anonymous blog.  His own work is in the permanent collection at MoMA, the Art Institute of Chicago, and the Princeton Art Museum among other places.  

That almost countered the email I got back from Ms. Tennessee.