End of the Voodoo and a Full Moon

I feel as though my head is clearing, that I am coming back from someplace far away.  I can't tell you what it has been--a spell, perhaps, or a trance--but most probably it has been an illness, whether voodoo-induced or self-induced or the simple result of human contact.  I can tell you what I think is bringing me out of it, though--aerobic exercise.  Since I have not been able to run for so long, I have put on exorbitant amounts of weight.  With the knee crapping out, there is no hope of running, at least for another long stretch of time, so I have gotten on the machines at the sporting club and kept my heart rate in the 140s for half an hour a day.  It is having a keen and positive effect.  It is not as good as running, but it is better than sitting.  I have spent far too much time doing that.  I am sick of working on photos at the computer, sick of trying to master new tricks.  I went to the studio yesterday and experimented with printing, but nothing good came of that.  I have gotten batteries for my film cameras, but I really don't know how that will work for me either.  I've done that before.  I am inspired to do something else, something other than make pictures.  I will crawl beneath the toilet bowl today and see if I can cure a leak on my own.  I will give the palms fertilizer and perhaps the rest of the yard, too.  Small steps.  Baby steps.  Go-go-go.  That's my motto.  Even though tomorrow starts another week at the factory, I feel strangely different.  The evenings stay light 'til eight, and I am scheduling nothing in the studio for awhile.  I am going to enjoy the light.  I am going to be outside in nature.  I am going to relax.

Exercise beats voodoo, I think.

I am done with weirdness for awhile.  If I take pictures, they will be outdoors.  Get ready for some stupid things, for surely I will not be profound for awhile.  Pictures of the light falling on the wall.  Onions and flowers and old scissors, etc.  I won't be able to meet the daily demand of the blog for images, perhaps.  I don't know.  I have billions of images I can draw from, but they won't be of the moment.  We shall see.

Tonight is the full moon.  Perhaps that is the cause of my euphoria.  It is the last full moon of winter, so close to spring.  I will be at dinner with my mother when it breaks.  I will walk her to the lake for a good view.

But right now, I am going to get started with that toilet.  What can possibly go wrong?