Monday, September 17, 2018
A Dullard's Life
I got up WAY too early this morning, but lying in bed had become torture. Get a jump on the day, I said to myself (I said), and make it a good one. An hour later, I am heavy of limb and dull of mind. I want to crawl back into the sack. It will be a miserable day by all forecasts.
Feeling ill this weekend, I didn't take any pictures. I wanted to. I even tried. I got on the scooter and drove to "the usual places," but it was crazy hot and nobody was out. I shot not a frame. But I developed some film. Not much success there, either. The two rolls I shot previous to these were color negatives, so I took them to the lab. When I got them back, I looked at them and threw them away. There was not a shot on either of them that I wanted. Yesterday's bounty was very similar. As much as I like shooting film, this is getting to be frustrating. I need something to come of it.
But this is the cycle. Film failure drives me back to shooting digital where I can chimp away.
For the most part, a bad tummy kept me home and away from anything resembling a story. A dullard's life, eye's unfocussed, jaw slack.
The sun still has not risen and I have read the papers and spent money online. What more can I be expected to do? I will lie down for a moment and see how that feels. It may feel fine.
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