Hold Your Fire
Ever have one of those busy, long, terrible, interminable days that gets finished around dinnertime and you look around and thing, my God, I didn’t write anything today?
Yeah. Like that. Those are the worst kind of busy days.
So I got some work done around the house (not enough) and made dinner (chicken-lentil-garlic soup) and went out shooting after dark. It was clear and cold, the moon was up, and it was the type of night where the geography of a town runs like ink on wet paper. Everything changes on a night like that, the only fixed point captured by the lens. The protection of a bit of distance helps. Whatever image I catch, however I feel while catching it, the lens is a magic protection. I can frame what I wish, cut out what I want, and forget the rest. Or at least, if not forget, leave it unremarked.
Today, I swear, I am going to do nothing except look through the pictures from last night and write. Oh, and feed the kidlings and take the Sullen Teen to school and then to dinner with the fam. And maybe work some kind of miracle that doesn’t need a lens.
Everything should be so simple, right?
I’m thinking of switching exclusively to black and white photos for a while. Something about the shades of gray comforts me. Color sometimes gets in the way.
I’m insane, you know. I only want to take pictures at night, and switching to black and white is going to cut down the number of shots I can take. *grin* Or it will (dirty secret) up the number of hours I spend in Photoshop. You make the call.
Have a good Thursday, Readers. May all your artistic obsessions be kind to you.
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