Monday, December 31, 2018
The Annual Cycle
One thing gives over to another. Old story. New tricks. There is a simplistic finality to it. The last bite of an ice cream cone. A new flavor.
In a couple days, I will return to work at the factory. I will be assumed normal. I am not. I do not have the juice for a whole day. No drive. I cannot conceive of independent projects or deeds. I want them. I do. I must solve this. I must think.
A short entry, this. I hope you are preparing. I am. In which case there is not so much for which to prepare.
I shot this at the hipster coffee shop. The dog was eating ice cream out of the cup held by a happily screaming girl. It was too good not to put the Monochrom on. Everything is off, the shutter speed, the focus, the ISO. Still. . . it has a quality.
Until next year. . . .