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pity party


I’m still rebooting….

I figured out I tank every year around this time… change in daylight? dunno.

This year’s was just a really REALLY deep dark tank. Age? Situational? Straterra? All of the above? – dunno…

This morning was the first one in eight days though that getting out of bed didn’t require the equivalent mental effort to say… sawing off my own leg. Feh… Besides – it’s hard to be too gloomy with autumn going off outside… Hell – I can’t drive out of the subdivision without making noises like someone watching a really big fireworks display.

Episodes like this make me feel handicapped and ashamed….

I disabled commenting for a while because I didn’t want to be accused of throwing a pity party…*gasp*….@$#^%%$%^@$#@!$%@$%!#$ …. oh my god that’s it!

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reallllllly bad composite job

The trees have started doing cool things outside…. I’m struck every time I walk to the back of the house by the view out the back window. So I thought I’d try to capture it.

The guys wondered why I was muttering curses and came back to see what I was doing. I started prattling on about how I needed to:
1) Put neutral density over the windows.
2) Use a few strobe packs in the far side of the room bounced off the ceiling.
3) Bother to take a color temperature reading.
4) Bother to level the camera.
5) Bother to tidy the dresser
6) Bother to flatten the camera to the rear plane of the shot.

I finally just took two exposures and butchered them together in PhotoShop with all the sensitivity of a ransom note.

This is all profoundly hypocritical since I’m usually the fist one to point out photos in ads and home mags where they composite in the windows and smugly point out: “Look – the photographer was lazy and didn’t feel like lighting the shot right.”

Never-mind the fussing… I just wanted to document what I’m seeing every time I go take a leak.

You know… to not blog about.

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the fall of 2003

burning time

Atypical Sundays… I’ll grab my domestic god trident, stay in my jammys all day, run the vacuum, do the laundry and call my parents.

Only during the cooler months does this regimen change.

Autumn has finally arrived. Without question, my favorite time of year.

Psychologically speaking – it’s a time of year when I feel recharged and optimistic. I suppose those feelings would be better suited for the “renewal” of Spring-time. Maybe it’s some genetic memory encoded deep within my being that is celebrating the Harvest? I’m not about to lock myself into a sensory depravation tank to find out, for fear I’ll turn into a monkey.

mojobear spent the better part of the day giddily running around the yard with his birthday present sucking up pine cones and terrorizing squirrels.praying mantis Babybear, who normally has Sundays off, had to work today. He returned home and took turns between helping me inside and Kevin outside. I was sorting through a pile of boxers when he darted in and nabbed the digital and ran back outside. It seemed a praying mantis has taken up residence in our carport and he wanted a photo.

The mantis has already put on her fall colors. Seeing her makes me smile, because though she’s just a little early, her outfit will soon compliment and blend into the fiery foliage to come.

We covet our Sunday nights in the cooler months. We’ll sometimes invite friends over, sometimes not. What is constant is the fire. If available, we’ll enjoy a bottle of good red wine or some warmed sake and stay outside until the fire and we are exhausted and ready for bed.

This was the first fire-ritual sunday of 2003… And at the new house.

 

Everyone has some sort of ritual – continuity is comforting.

If I maintained a blog, I’d probably get squishy by trying to articulate why this evening is so important to me.