Somehow, this morning, just didn't feel like going to church alone. So went for coffee and didn't feel much like going to watch football either. Just relax. But I need pictures to do. Went outside and there are the old eucalypti along Bethany. With cables, of course. Feel just fine, the place getting busier; the Cardinals losing. Can keep abreast just as well online. It's really only fun with a crowd and better with a winning game. Everything just fine as it is, watching the parade of strangers. Some people are regular but never say hello. Go figure. I wish I could take pictures of people. Many interesting faces. How to make that possible? A student project?!!
Will be reading the news. Locked and loaded for bear!
A hoot and a half making comments on Facebook.
Said good-bye to Francesca, privately messaged. Guessing game over.
Ha... have to speculate whether she read it! If she were a friend, she'd connect.
And friend me, surely, but, obviously, she's not. Solves that problem.
Highly unlikely any commiseration from her. She's welcome to her world.
I want no part in it. I suppose that constitutes irreconcilable differences.
Major hoot insofar as we've not any relationship other than fetching and tipping.
Cast first stone, why don't you? It's simply a mix up. Include me out. Thank you much.
Moment to moment, most drama, I can handle. And moments may be all I have left.
Please God I take in stride. Hope I meet someone; while away with. No complications.
Good luck there... there's always something. And these sorts of thoughts only distract.
I could be taking a photography class, a French class. Think about ceramics too. Guitar.
This afternoon, got chores to do. Putting it all off sitting here; maybe meet someone.
Ditzy, eh? Yet comfortable in my own skin. Anyone could walk into my life. Careful!!!
So silly... who's to be milady as if we'll be announced? Another time and place, some country house in Devonshire or on Windermere. Sometime between Waterloo and the Old Contemptibles. Angel Of Mons! What do they know of any of this? When they get an inkling, the great put-down... "It's all in your head." Well, see if I care. It can be a private affair with the right woman. None of the yobs needs to know. I sure won't tell. Can it be done, pulled off, so to speak. I really don't think so. But worth a try, eh?
Processing shots; full speed ahead. Timeline above. One from the files. Years ago.
Ha... running out of things to say. Just want to get this post done! Whiling away.
Not the least bit interested in football and glad not watching Cardinals lose.
Just went back to some pictures round Superior. Do I feel like taking another ride?
No. Yard work. Other things to do around house. Get the laundry done. Such fun.
At least the place is cool during the day without the A/C. Over the cold pretty much.
So good to sleep during the day without that thing going. Open the windows at night.
Should stay close to home this week and do the 'Fall Cleaning' I suppose. Mañana.
The place is happening now with gypsy women. Exotic. Dusky. Yeow. Quite the legend; are they from the Indus Valley? Forget the language... Romani. Movie once about a thief (Eric Roberts) where it was related that a gypsy stole the nails out of Christ's cross therefore they have license to steal. Good one! I wouldn't take any with their women. Anyway, they always remind me of Django.
This here's Bob Marley. From a poster in a local lavatory. Pretty well tweaked!
I'd like to get the back yard finished off. Sit down with my guitar. Get up to speed.
Never more than 10 chords 50 ways. Variations on this and that. Sure don't bang on it.
Several months ago met a girl. Didn't know this... first tune I learned. Her name, see.
Haven't advanced much. Years ago in Portland, played rhythm with a Dobro fellow.
Awfully long time ago. So many things by the wayside. Recently just like to read.
And take pictures. Processing has gotten tedious. Nothing but time presently though.
Below, one just finished off. They make nice prints and I wonder about the market.
Over mantlepiece but there are none in most houses here. Can't burn anymore! Thousands of pictures now from over the years. Hold on there... there are billions and billions posted on the Internet. What market? Have to laugh at some of the pieces I've seen in coffee places, friends of friends pawning off student projects for you would not believe the prices asked. Once, an orange ball tinting to red as the swirl radiated within blue field. Like... wow. 500 bucks!!! Tempted to approach vendor: "Would you take this here pet rock?"
I'd like to get the back yard finished off. Sit down with my guitar. Get up to speed.
Never more than 10 chords 50 ways. Variations on this and that. Sure don't bang on it.
Several months ago met a girl. Didn't know this... first tune I learned. Her name, see.
Haven't advanced much. Years ago in Portland, played rhythm with a Dobro fellow.
Awfully long time ago. So many things by the wayside. Recently just like to read.
And take pictures. Processing has gotten tedious. Nothing but time presently though.
Below, one just finished off. They make nice prints and I wonder about the market.
Over mantlepiece but there are none in most houses here. Can't burn anymore! Thousands of pictures now from over the years. Hold on there... there are billions and billions posted on the Internet. What market? Have to laugh at some of the pieces I've seen in coffee places, friends of friends pawning off student projects for you would not believe the prices asked. Once, an orange ball tinting to red as the swirl radiated within blue field. Like... wow. 500 bucks!!! Tempted to approach vendor: "Would you take this here pet rock?"
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