Nobody is Promised Tomorrow. . .
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.
Best image today is this little common sulphur butterfly. It really should be left as a color photo. But, I do have this B/W thing going. So, I gave it a little antiquing. I believe I have had a little antiquing. More than a little.
Good news. Carlton was accepted by Georgetown Medical School. Class of Not-too-soon-please. As a cadaver. That was actually much easier than dealing with a funeral home. Way easier. And, everything is preplanned. And while we are at it – why are they called funeral homes? I do know why living rooms are called living rooms. The living room used to be called the parlor. In larger houses the “front” parlor. It was a room where one “received” guests and more importantly, where the dead were “laid out” prior to burial. In the late Victorian period – in an attempt to get people to actually use that room – the name was changed to living room. Now you know.
Just when I had given up hope of finding an interesting target for my B/W workout, I came upon a fine elderly convertible. It was not restored. Sort of run hard and put away wet.
Nice cool weather. Which is good. Because our county bus company is on strike. So, for nearby trips – it is just me and my shoes. This also explains why the bus didn’t pick me up yesterday AM.
Well, Ms Bachmann entered the right wing lists. Now we have to wait on She Who Must Not Be Mentioned. Then let the cat fighting begin.
Lovely early summer day. So, I took the long way home. Found this really fine yard art.
From my Saturday walk-about. This one just doesn’t work in black and white. Never mind that the best street shooting is usually black and white.
Took some profits today. In case the market tanks big time – I want to be more in dividend paying consumer goods and less in Australian mining stocks.
No more health reports on Mr C – he is on the way to recovery. And, I still seem to be OK.
Counting Blessings. Thank you Goddess for Callista Gingrich. Can you imagine having to look at her for an entire campaign and listen to the Newt? But, blessing – Callista is credited for sinking the Newt’s campaign before it took off.
Do Callista and I even belong to the same species???? I don’t think so. That would be another blessing.
A minor blessing – haven’t heard anything from She Who Must Not Be Mentioned in the last 48 hours. Maybe I should have my hearing checked?
Ended up at a bike race today totally under equipped. Had only my FX01. Not what one would select for taking pictures at a race. So, mostly I enjoyed the race. The winning team rode smart and beat the favorite.
Excellant news. Mr C is much better today. And, I am still well. But, I am not returning to the bedroom. After he gets completely well, I’ll hose down the whole apartment with Clorox.
This just in: Congress Weiner to seek treatment. Treatment for what??? Being a total ass. “Hello, my name is Tony and I am an ass”.