Chills, stomach cramps, diarrhea, aches and pains. Even my skin hurt. I knew better than to go out. But I couldn't have gotten sick in just ten or twelve hours, I reckoned. Whence the misery, then. Maybe I caught something at the doctor's office when I took my mother on Friday. Or possibly when I went to happy hour on Thursday night. I kept pushing the thermostat up. I couldn't get warm. I stayed in all day and didn't see my mother last night. Early, I took Tylenol and Advil PM and went to bed. During the night, more chills, more cramping. Trips to the bathroom.
I don't know what it is, but I'm ravaged.
Still, it didn't feel like death. It felt like something that would pass. I can suffer passing illnesses. So I sat. For much of the time, I sat before my big work computer. I thumbed through hard drive images. I had an idea. I worked on a couple old photos to see if it would work. It did. I worked on more to see if it would hold up to repetition. It did in some cases, mostly darker chiaroscuro types. Brighter, fully lit pictures, not so much. I did enough to know that I can control the process. There are a lot of steps though they are not boilerplate. Each image requires, or at leasts accepts, minor variations. Overall, though, I got the process down.
You probably can't tell the difference. But there is a difference. The color rendering is different. The colors are muted and slightly skewed. It was exciting, but it remains to be seen how I will feel about them down the line.
I have a hard time making myself drink water. I have to drink more water. I think that is part of my problem since my heat-stroke-defying deck work. Perhaps I have not fully recovered, and then, well. . . staying out and "partying." I didn't enjoy the bars at all, though, and I know my greatest joys lie outdoors or in smaller cafes and cantinas open to the world.
And, of course, I would revel in a studio.
I will try to get back on track today, though my belly is still moaning and I am weak from lack of food. Ensure and Gatorade, maybe, are on my road to recovery.
A last thought. I can really work the heck out of a digital image. Why am I mucking about with the big cameras? I have hamstrung myself in a way. But, I say, it is temporary. Just until you can make those big negative pictures in your sleep.
Yea. 'Til then.