Until Tomorrow

I am always depressed the night before a trip.  Always.  When I was a kid, I used to get sick with worry.  Literally, not figuratively.  I assume that it is because I so want everything to be right and imagine everything that can go wrong.  That could be it.  Or not.  Fortunately, I packed up everything this morning to avoid trying to do it in the funk of night.  Maybe it is more difficult because I drink at night, but I do not think that is it, either.  No, it is some psychological malady that ails me.

Tonight all that remains is to pack up the electronics I will take.  Digital camera, sure.  But do I take my film Leica?  I want to and so probably will though I am quite certain if I do I will never use it.  Neither that nor the digital camera, either.  I will carry them uselessly.  But so what?  Why stress about something like that?  I will take my laptop and my Kindle.  Do I take the iPad, too?  Oh, no.  No need.  iPhone.  Chargers.  Lots of chargers.  I am Professor Gadget for sure.  But that is all.  I just need to put everything into one carry on and I'm good to go.  So now I am drinking scotch and downloading software that I hope will allow my laptop to open the raw camera files from the Canon D5 Mark III.  It worked for the Mark II but not for this.  Trying to locate the correct downloads, though, is frustrating me badly.  And so, while big files download, I work on this.

I must leave the house just before dawn.  With the time change, I will be in S.F. before ten.  Q is going to meet me in the city at noon.  We will brutalize the galleries and museums.  I am going to make him represent me to the Geary St. galleries.  He must get me a gallery or I will fire him straight away.  He says he wants to find a new career and here I am trying to help him.  If he is as good as he says, he will have the poor fucks so fearful within a few moments that I will be able to dictate my conditions.  O.K.  This will probably not work.  But we will see some good things, anyway.

The yard and driveways still look nice and still make me very happy.  I hope everything does not die before I return.

From S.F. you will get something other than nudes, though I will be meeting with someone whose work I love who I have never met but who through fan's notes I have come to know.  Ed Ross (link).  If I am lucky, we I will work out a trade or someway to own some of his work.  I thought to book some hotel shoots with models in the city, but then I thought again.  I am going to get away from all that, going to get away from everything.  I will merely walk down streets and look and see what can happen.  Something always does.

And that is the report from the hot and very humid south.  Mushrooms and toadstools are sure to take over while I'm gone.  But we, my friends, are on our way to better climes.  You can go ahead and sleep in tomorrow.  I'll wake you when we're there.