Thursday, February 23, 2023


I don't know why.  I took two almost identical photos of the trash can.  I don't know when.  It must have been a good long while ago.  The film holders indicated that the film had been exposed, so I developed the film.  Voila!  I can hit focus when it doesn't matter.  I think I was just trying to put into practice my twelve foot rule.  That is what I think is the perfect distance of the subject to the camera with that big old Liberator.  That is all I can figure, anyway.  

That's all I have today.  I am unthinking and uninspired.  I sleep-thought most of last night.  Not really restful.  I have no interest in the day, but it will pass through me regardless.  I am world weary, I think.  It is too much with me, but only in an abstract way.  The human mind can only take so much, and other stolen lines.  

And so. . . goodnight Mrs. Calabash, wherever you are.

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