The colors of film are much different than digital camera colors. There is no reason for that to be surprising. It just is. I enjoy a color film scan more than I do a digital camera capture. I can't explain it other than to say I do.
The weather, no matter where you are. Trump, no matter where you are. Two disasters that need radical solutions. Not much hope for either.
My world has shrunken, of course. It is mainly about how I am doing, what I am doing, when I can get home to lie down and rest. I am tired of that. I am tired of going to doctors. I have no energy for taking care of the things I need to take care of, but they must be taken care of. There is no way around those prepositions.
Wondrous what experience does to a person. The dreams of the young are always so much the same. That is why we like them, I guess, and why we are so dismayed by their petulance. Is it experience, though, that makes a person liberal or conservative, or is it something "in the blood"?
"Three Identical Strangers" doesn't really answer the question (link). It simply stirs the boiling pot. For us contrarians, though, we know it is genetic. There is no helping it no matter the cost. If we could only keep our mouths shut, we might pass for something else, but we must always speak to our own demise. Why?
That's a question I'd like investigated.
O.K. I'm off to physical therapy. I have a couple days alone. I'll either rest or take a camera out. Odds are on the former.
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