Friday, August 17, 2018
Friday at the Factory
Day 2. I was at the factory all the live-long day and evening yesterday. The same thing will be true today. Day went well, and I got many comments on my newly beautified hair. It is much shorter than it has been, they tell me. Everyone is so pleasant. . . at first. Today I meet with the people I supervise. I am good at it, but such things are always dangerous. A little blood in the water and the next thing you know, you've lost a leg. Once that is over, I will breath.
And maybe sleep. I woke at two thinking it was morning. Two is the worst time to wake. I slept a little after that, but I will be exhausted by day's end. Exhaustion is the bankrupting of the soul.
My new camera is in town. It rode all over in the back of a UPS truck yesterday. I asked them to hold it for pickup, but my request went unheeded. I will be generous. Perhaps it was too late. But I can pick it up today, and then I can weep. The new M10-P comes out soon and has a few features I will want including the quietest shutter ever made. The camera is $8,000. Without lens. I will torture me. I should never have bought the M10. God moves in strange and curious ways. I am Eve, and I am punished.
I get bored in the gnarled traffic of this place, and I take lots of pictures from the car. Many of them intrigue me, though I don't know the appeal to others. They are mundane, of course, but they are never the same. There is an endless flow of subject matter. What else do I have to do but make a series of the contemporary landscape through windshields and windows? Maybe I'll start a new YouTube show called "Photographers in Cars."
But first, it is off to get ready for a Friday at the Factory.
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