So far the double exposure idea has ended up having sheep in all of them. The idea was to combine my former life (olden days) with my current one, to kind of mirror my thoughts every day as I walk down the street or go to work. The images are all of sheep. Sheep on the ferry or in place of the ferry, sheep on the blank alley wall, sheep in the water and sheep on the road.
December 1 = November 30 late at night. I have about three hours tomorrow and Friday to get my final “Focus on Yourself” photo class day done. I realize I have no trouble focusing on myself. It is all I have to focus on. So according to the class notes, I need to pick from “Community,” “Landscape,” or “Dreams.”
Contemplating a cold
I am sick with a runny nose. If I didn’t blow my nose and sop it up with a tissue every few minutes, would it keep on draining out and fill a bucket?
Ferry on Thanksgiving Day
Lots of nice people at the ferry today. I can’t believe I was driving to work at 4:55 am. Some people said, “Thank you for working today.” Mr. Rosecrantz one of the town politicians came through and I mentioned to him that I knew who he was and he said, “You can see me every Sunday at church.” I cringe.
Our books are published
Christine got them at the printer. Says they are beautiful. The printer is proud of them. They got a new machine and amazingly enough Christine is happy with the color. All it took was a new machine. I am happy to know it was not my work that made it look as awful as I heard it was. Anyway the printer wanted to know who designed it and Christine gave us both due praise, her photographs and my design, although she really loves to be involved as she should in more than “just” photography.
Who is going to be my model for portrait shots for next week? I think I will have to pick some people at a place. Like the ferry.
Off to school today, no radio, quiet, I’m going out to feed the chickens.
A Sort of Eulogy
October 15, 6 days after Beffa died: I opened my half gallon of Chocolate Peanut Butter ice cream and thought of Beffa. She used to call or stop by, climb my stairs and knock and send Tippy into a twirl and ask me if I would like to eat some ice cream with her if she brought it over, and she would go to Aldrich’s and get two half gallons, I’d get us bowls and put a little from each flavor. She would tell me I had to keep it so I did. Today I thought of her and I’m sad. I will always think about her and ice cream that I bought at Aldrich’s.