Saturday, March 19, 2016

The Promise of the Day

It is Festival Day.  In a town not too far away, they are celebrating what I thought was Dogs and Draughts but which is really Pooches and Pints.  No--wait--it is Paws and Pints.  Anyway, there should be a lot of drunken dogs.  In my own hometown, there is a Festival of Chotchkie.  In a little bit I will make my way downtown and join the hoi-poloi.

I await my new Leica and continue to look for lenses that I can afford.  I missed one on an auction yesterday that sold for five or six hundred dollars under the going rate.  I got distracted and forgot about it.  I was sick when I came back to look.  I will continue to be prudent, though, and not spend the extra money.

I went to sign the contract committing myself to the tree cutting company yesterday morning, and on my way into the building, I saw a sign advertising that they were hiring experienced tree trimmers, so I thought I'd have a little fun.  When I entered the building, an older woman sitting behind a desk asked if she could help me.

"Well, I saw your sign out front.  I don't really have any experience, but I am a fast learner and I think I am still in pretty good shape."

She just looked at me dumbly.

"Are you hiring?"

It was as if I were speaking a foreign language to her.  I eventually had to tell her I was kidding, but I wish I would have asked what the wages would be.  Times are tough for guys like me.  It is difficult to find any gainful employment.

I thought of a project I would like to do today.  "The Sadness of a Beautiful Woman."  Beautiful Women, really.  I want to photograph women after a hard night.  Oh, and I think all women are beautiful just as I find the opposite true of men.

Now I must ready myself for the many challenges of the day.  There is much promise there.  I need to fulfill at least some of it.

1 comment:

  1. 'Oh, and I think all women are beautiful just as I find the opposite true of men.'