I know

I really don't need to blog again today. There's just a lot swimming around in my head. Today felt so busy. I look around and not much appears to be changed. There are fresh prints in front of me. A couple are even on fiber. I still struggle with finding a reason to become absorbed in the enigma (and sometimes elitism) that is fiber printing. It looks nice and all. I can see a slightly better diffusion with regards to grain, maybe a little more depth, maybe...but...am I just trying to find a reason? It is not solid.

Further, there are a lot more groceries, dirty dishes, signed receipts, music from the library, on and on. There is also that list of things largely undone. I should be tackling one item on it right now for a meeting tomorrow. It isn't coming along, at all.

What swims through my brain is a lot of the same. The images of past are so slight. Nagging worry about the future is present. Simply not knowing what step is best is dull torture. In the midst of mild turmoil tempered with 65 degree days with light breezes there is the underlying mess of things left undone. What's worse is a growing apathy towards it. I do things not on the list. I must have pulled 30 dandelions from the grass in a brief flurry. My intention was to relax on the patio with the dying light of the sun shining through a beer bottle in front of me. It sort of happened. (even in doing, another left undone, or worse, poorly done)

Maybe I am just tired. Slumber hasn't been very restful. A shame with all this great sleeping weather.

Could be I just need sleep. Could be I just need to step and not know.

It's all right

Should have gotten up earlier.

I don't have much to report other than developing Agfa Scala in Diafine. There is a chance that Diafine is so magical that if you drink it from a purple pimp cup, you could live forever.

But things are busy.

Must.get.outside

The rain never came.

I'm curious as to the purple woodgrain on the right as well.

4

There was that one and then this last one. So that's only two. It feels like it's been longer than that.

The high was 4.

eerie night long-exposure lighting something!

Enough winter, ok?

First the perma-snow that's everywhere, now 1 effing degree. ONE. I spent part of tonight diagnosing and trying to repair frozen PVC (dumb) waterpipes to the darkroom. They were behind this pointless door and weak insulation. They will be inside come warm spring weather because I am not going back out into rush hour, backtracking to where I left from in order to buy a pipe-warming coil and shove myself into insulation in a building from the 20's to fix the avoidable issue.

That being said, I am home, with finally warm hands and relatively clean. I itch, but at least I'm warm. I would have liked some prints though. I'll settle for another Bridgeport Black Strap Stout. It's like coffee, chocolate and beer all in one beautiful, tasty, brown..you get the idea.

Peek

"Do they collide?", I ask and you smile.