On a sunny Sunday in Hyde Park, people are everywhere. Gardening, walking their kids+dogs, shopping, delivering, dancing, playing, yeah. I gotta get me some cash and some normalness so that I can join in and express my being, unalienated, all that. Or, to use UofC parlance, “and all the rest.”
Learning to trust people and to trust the situation, that’s what it’s all about. No matter how many times you get got, it’s better to be open to it. “Don’t you know that it’s a fool who plays it cool by making his world a little colder?”
I’m gonna open up the image shop again, maybe play it a little harder and little more upscale this time. We’ll see if I can’t roll some $$$ to top off my summer project. I wanna switch systems, this Canon stuff doesn’t have the dynamic range I need. Frankly, I suck with it. The Olympus E systems and the Fuji S-Pro systems have about 2-3 times the dynamic range that the Canon gear does. I get better resolution with the gear I’ve got now, but I’m just not getting good with it, I get a whole hell of a lot more rejects.
And I pointed to sky:
See the clouds?
See them follow?
All off-white and thick with the rainstorms of spring?
They cover our peaks and green valleys below them
in a mist that hangs heavy on the warm hills between —
on these days when the singing is louder than midsummer
on these days when all birds fly in spite of their wings.
Strange when you read things you wrote about old relationships, and you can’t remember who you were writing about, who you were dating anywhere near that time.