The trouble with being a downsizing photographer is you keep finding caches of photographs. The joy of being a downsizing photographer is you keep finding caches of photographs. Last week a found a binder of “printfiles” full of old snapshots that belonged to Carlton. I vaguely remember rescuing them from Carlton’s trash can when we downsized in 2004. Today a TrueCore box that I was sure was empty turned out to be full of B/W prints of mine. Why did I think that I would actually have an empty TrueCore box?
Yesterday’s sunset – I’ll still be able to look at the eastern sky from the Old Bat Cave. I went to the asylum for dinner again tonight. No one invited me to eat with them, nor did I seek out company. I happily enjoyed dinner (with my Kindle). And, I overheard several of the residents discussing some “crazy woman” who is having a one bedroom apartment converted into a studio.