Website

I am trying.  I started "building" a website last night.  It is worse than I thought.  The tools have changed since the YouTube fellow did his tutorial on how to build one.  Your choices weren't AI powered when he did it.  Maybe AI can be turned off--I don't know.  When I preview something I did, it doesn't look the same when I go back to the site.  I've made a hundred indecisions on the front page alone.  For instance, the "Presenting a few photographs" became "a few photographs" to "photographs from."  The line across the top has disappeared then come back but narrower.  I can't seem to make the menu bar at the top any darker.  

When I click on the "Portfolio" page, I get lost.  I thought to put my lost photos from my Kerouac inspired trip around the country after college as the first one, but then--and this is no joke--I couldn't find them.  Anywhere.  I tried every portable hard drive I own.  I was about/am about to lose my mind over this one.  I want my "A Few Days One Summer" surf pics second.  I want to start with those because they are the easiest to choose from.  Then I'll jump into "Street View."  That is what I think I will call it.  At first, I was going to do that by city, but that would be too much.  Rather, I will just put up street photos from anywhere.  People don't give a shit about the city, I figure, just the image.  The fourth portfolio page will be some of the most gentle "Lonesomeville" images, first Polaroids, then digital.  I may put up a fifth portfolio page of random shit, but that will be done later on down the line.  Right now I'm just trying to get something up to show people when I ask to make pictures of them.  

I must write an "About" page.  Oy!  That one. . . . 

By and large, I am not using the website to promote myself.  I won't link my blogs to it.  I am funny about that.  I want people to read them but am paranoid that people will read them.  I am sure, though, that I don't want people to whom I give my "business" card coming over here to read this stuff.  I want them to think I am "normal."  

Sort of.  

I keep trying, but the whole thing is a mess.  My Miami friend has a degree in this and said she would help me build the website, but that was long ago and far away now, it seems.  I am going to have to do it on my own.  And I can't even get the words right.  csphotography@ or c.s.photography@?  I am lousy at making decisions.  

Selavy.   

Whatever is done can be undone later, it seems.  

But this is legacy shit.  I just want to be able to make some new pictures.  

If you see me driving in my car, look out.  Give me plenty of space, 'cause I might be looking through the viewfinder of a camera.  Don't hit the brakes if you are in front of me.  

I took this one for the skull and crossbones on the rear fender.  Who in the hell does that?  

Q sent me this yesterday.  

"Rantch."  He knows I'm a hillbilly who grew up with such language.  "Chree."  "Chimley."  "Valentimes."  That's just the way we talk.  We didn't have no "libary."  "Schoolin'" was such an awesome mystery.  

It's good to have the visual.  

I need to get back to the website and many other things.  Did you see the full moon?  I didn't.  I did manage my drinking again last night, though.  No pre-dinner cocktail, no cooking and dinner wine.  I did allow myself two scotches, though.  It is madness to think you won't drink through a steamy, sticky summer in the south.  

Oh. . . my lunch was fish tacos at a shitty dive restaurant.  The place is awful, but the tacos were good.  And you know what?  I didn't take my camera in with me.  Not even my phone.  Big effing mistake.  I'm going to keep a camera on my side everywhere from now on.  

You know. . . I should have led off with that.  

I'm going to trash the web building I've already done and start over again.  

Yea.