January 12, 2010

• Good evening, fellow bloggers.

  I went to work with Nancy this morning. (A lie already: Nancy went to work, and I went to the Carnegie Center to collect the two out of three photographs I entered in their annual local artists fine arts show. I came to collect my rejects, I said to the woman who opened the door for me. Those are NOT rejects, she corrected me kindly but firmly, those are works not chosen. She allowed me to browse among the chosen works. (One of them is mine.) I walked away thinking, I need to take some photographs. So the dog and I headed for Flowerfield, where I planned to help my partner for the day, but...)

  The sun was out. The sky was blue. Diamonds shimmered

  in the fields, and huge patches of frozen fog coated the show, the grass, the trees, and even one or two angry sheep.

  I had to stop.

  It could not be helped.

  Unfortunately there are few subjects as difficult to photograph as snow. I took 54 photographs in about 20 minutes. At least ten went directly into the trash after I downloaded them, and another 10 probably should, but the magic, the glitter, the fence itself shined and softened by snow...is not really there. When I look at these wonderful shots...I get cold.

  And I am always impressed by the amount of blue our eyes can apparently see without registering. Truly. The shadows at the base of this photograph were darker than the direct sun, but they were not indigo.

  So, anyway. I have one photograph in the Carnegie show. Not the one done with natural light, not the 'perfect' cat face...the one I photoshopped. And anyone who has access to Photoshop would know that. Which confuses me, because most of what I've read by professional photographers bemoan the very invention of Photoshop (because it takes elaborate, time-consuming and expensive practices out of the darkroom and loads them on every moron's computer for $79.95 for the cheap version, exactly as digital photography took expensive and time-consuming shoots away  from professional photographers and laid them in the open hands of idiots who don't know anything about taking a picture except that with a big memory card you can take just a boatload of them and see the results instantaneously.) 

  And then I went to Flowerfield and worked on a mindless and time-consuming task that stood between my Beloved and the ease of completion of a number of other tasks, and then I ran down to Wright and PHillips and picked up my new C-PAP machine, which is tiny and has a delightful carrying case and has an attachable-detachable humidifier... And then I went back to Flowerfield and finished my first mindless task, and then I took the list of things Nancy's mother needs to the Walmart, filled it, and took the needs to Ilah, and then Murphy and I came home and waited for Nancy to arrive.

  I did look at my new photographs while I waited.

  Tomorrow I have to run something to the bank, then go help Nancy with another mindless task, and then do a secret work project...

  And then it's Movie Night.

  Life is Good.  

  Edit: this is the blog I lost. Interesting. Does ANYBODY know what's going on?

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