Nobody is Promised Tomorrow. . .
Yes Virginia, there is a Truth or Consequences. And, no old woman in her right mind would take her own picture in the the blazing sun in black and white. Because – everything looks worse in black and white.
Another shot from my mid-day walk.
Kinda makes you want to come to Truth or Consequences, doesn’t it. Truth or Consequences – where you jump into the hot tub to cool off.
I think this is art?
We spent the day in our personal riverside hot spring fed pool – cooling off. Spring water 101 degrees. Air temp 103.
Arrived in Truth or Consequences.
A quick look at the Truth or Consequences grocery. Much more later.
Not so very sure the Santa Fe Visitor’s Bureau would consider the Roller Derby Chicks as a part of their vision of Santa Fe.
I can only call it bad camera karma. My ZS3 has a rather large flake of whatever INSIDE the lens. Fortunately at this instant it is on the extreme left hand side. And, since I nearly always crop to square – I can survive. As long as the flake stays were it is. The last good shot was from my early shooting yesterday. The first shot of the late day session has the smudge. It just appeared. I can see the flake. No amount of tapping, zooming, turning on and off affect the flake. I wish I could blame it on the desert. But, I can not. It is just bad kamera karma. Or camera carma.
Today I went to the state capital, went on a train ride, walked all over creation, checked out some thrift shops, road the city bus, went to a museum, looked at old cars and did not purchase a $1,000 hat.
Not a fine day for photographs. Don’t know why. Nothing really worked.
But, there is still a couple of hours of light. Guess I should go shoot some more.
Had a traditional southwestern breakfast this morning. 12 hours later, I am still not hungry. Think I give dinner a pass tonight. Might have a frou-frou coffee drink.
Today I took in 2 churches, several galleries, 1 bus tour, popped into a museum, and checked out way too many stores. I so don’t need a $1000 cowboy hat. Why did O’Farrell’s move out of Colorado down to Santa Fe? And why did I find them. Repeat after me. I do not need a $1000 cowboy hat.
Tomorrow, I plan on going to visit the state capital. Mostly because Mr C will ask me if I did and I want to be able to say yes. And I plan to check out some thrift shops.
More about Santa Fe, if I am awake after I go find a beer and some dinner. It is almost 9pm in my head and 7pm on my watch. And, they seem to start closing up pretty early around here. Not to mention I might be closing up soon after my beer (and dinner).
Formal Excuse for no new photo today B/W or otherwise is that I have been busy packing and the SD card reader is packed. But, in all honesty – there are no new pictures in the camera. Yet. Better late than never.
Today I got all packed up and ready to go. I was my usual OCD packing person. I am obsessive about taking as little as possible. And compulsive about being prepared for every possible and many impossible events. It isn’t easy.
Oh yes, and the camera question.
I decided on option 4. I took the ZS3 with me to Japan. It weigh about 8 ounces. And has 300mm zoom. Image quality is OK.
For about 2 sections I thought about not taking the Airness. But wait – didn’t I buy the Airness because it travels nicely?
Today’s FT2 photo – totally violates all my principals. Used complete idiot mode, ISO 400 and the flash.
Or maybe I’ll take the FT2, aka the underwater cam. It is sturdy as a tank. Waterproof – not much need for that in the desert, also dustproof and klutzproof. Could prove useful. Not as zoomy as the ZS3. Not as light as the FX01. None as good as the L1 setup.
I have not recovered from the respiratory virus as nicely as I had hoped. Could not sleep last night. I’d doze off and about 5 minutes into sleep wake up having a coughing fit. But, I can do everything I have to do and most things I want to do. Best I can hope for.
Totally and completely unprepared for trip west. I’ll worry about that – tomorrow.
Put the elderly FX01 back in the box and fired up the ZS-3. Figure I’ll take it to Truth or Consequences, New Mexico. Why am I going to New Mexico? New Mexico is in the f-ing desert. I hate the desert. Everything sticks, stings, or bites. Sand gets in your teeth. Your skin flakes off. Miles and miles of miles and miles of nothing. Well, at least it is not Arizona. Where, in addition to desert they also have wacko politicians.
I am reminded that the saddest most depressing book I have ever read, The Road by Cormack McCarthy was inspired by a trip to El Paso. El Paso isn’t far from Truth or Consequences. Neither is Area 51. Nor Trinity Site. Desert.
Cloudy day. Not a good day for photography.
On the health front. I managed to avoid Carlton’s intestinal virus. But, Carlton seems to have gotten my respiratory virus. I am tired of all these virus stuff. And, I have a question. Why is it when the man gets sick trips are made to the grocery for special food, chicken soup is made, books are brought from the library. Now, when the woman gets sick, all she gets is “When is dinner?” and “I don’t have anything to read”.
No effort was spared with today’s image. While waiting for my coffee to finish, I just snapped a picture through the kitchen window.
Good news. I am much less sick than yesterday.
Bad news. Still having a bus strike. The bus contractor has brought in scab/management drivers. The replacements seem to be having some issues with the routes etc. Feet are still the most reliable form of transportation around here.
Eggs again – yep. It is my turn to enjoy poor health. I got the sinus bug that I missed last winter in Hawaii. But, I will be getting better tomorrow. This sinus thing lasts from 1 week to 1 month. This will be the 1 week version.
So, for my B/W photo of the day – I snapped the eggs that I was cooking for lunch. Notice that when Peg gets sick she does not get to take to her bed. If she wants to eat – she has to cook. Women don’t get sick leave from domestic duties.
Count blessings: It is the sinus bug and not that gastro thing that Mr C had.
So sad: Congressman Weiner has left the building. What was he thinking? That’s guys for you – always thinking with the wrong head.
