Whadda, howda, ohda.

We don’t all look alike, nor do we all see alike.

Some of the soon-to-vanish-for-some-reason work of an artist I’ve known for a very long time:

Snapshots, silliness, and serious art.

There are gems in there that I would love to pick out and present as some sort of Great Exhibition, but as with so many things there is no point or purpose in doing so and thus no impetus either. Jennifer Jems or something. (She’d understand; she’s nearly as nutty as me.)

Anyhow the weird thing is to finish and confirm my diagnosis I’d need a blood test, neurological exam, and muscle biopsy. Such would involve going to one of two ‘nearby’ hospitals, both of which have COVID outbreaks and so … Good thing it doesn’t matter (there’s not even a treatment, never mind a cure). But what I could do with a confirmation is … well that probably wouldn’t help either. I can see the uncertain future before me and can think of contingency plans for dealing with it, but none is easy. It was no help finding out that the noise in my ear is due to the timpanic muscle spasming like any (and all) others do.

I’m looking ahead with uncertainty. So much to do and can’t even count on the weather.

Is that a flying fish?

Addendum; Monday’s COVID-19 update included the information that basically we have no vaccine nor will have any for the next five weeks at least. Meanwhile the outbreak in our area is still active. What happened to the 70 million doses Trudeau bought from the Chinese? Oh yes; they never existed in the first place.

In essence it is almost a certainty now that we will contract the disease and in all likelihood expire from it. I’m literally going to die because of other people’s stupidity. Seriously.

I can’t believe the future I’m seeing at this moment in time.

Sustainable Society

Shifting from my usual discussion to something that came up in conversation with another. The COVID-19 paranoia that is all we hear about today has affected travel to and from many places, including if not especially China. I happened to remark to a friend that this might end trade with that country, thereby achieving a worthy goal albeit by the wrong means.

This is when the discussion got interesting, as I explained (once again) why we should not be doing business with China. The virus isn’t even on the ‘top ten’ list, to be honest. You can start with the fact the government is totalitarian and corrupt, move on to the utter lack of safety and environmental concerns of their industries, continue with the fact people there are considered a disposable commodity, and end up with the proposition that if we’re trying to be ecologically sound (as Canada alleges it wants to be) the pollution cost of hauling goods halfway around the world are pretty enormous.

From that point we jumped ship and got on to the issue of how much of the world would change if it actually were possible to get our collective act together and try to minimize the damage we’re doing to our planet and indeed to ourselves. It would require a pretty sobering plan of action.

Never mind what type of government or economy you think is best: the fact is any of them will work, up until the point they become corrupted. A benevolent king looks out for all his people and sees to it everyone has the necessities of life. Rarely has a monarchy actually managed to do this, and in many cases they haven’t even tried. Our so-called social democracy is supposed to be so much better a system for doing this, yet it still fails to achieve the goal. This monograph isn’t about that, though.

Never mind that we have billionaires who claim they “earned” their money. The math doesn’t support that. You’d have to work for 50 years at an average wage of $10,000 an hour to get a billion dollars gross, never mind net. No one’s skill-set is worth that kind of money. (The Approximate Math: 40 hours per week * 52 weeks per year * 50 years = 104,000 work-hours. $1,000,000,000 divided by 104,000 = $9,615.38 per hour.)

Never mind that politicians continually tout increasing the population as though that’s a good thing instead of the sure-fire recipe for devaluing humans and lowering their standard of living. It affects low-end workers the worst, of course. Can’t make it on minimum wage? It’s not because that wage is too low, it’s because the cost of living is too high; ever greater numbers of workers in your income bracket puts pressure on the value of everything you need to live, driving those prices up. We have known for the past fifty years that overpopulation is the cause of every problem we face, and yet we continue to go forth with the “breed for the Fatherland!” ideology. China has this in spades with a population of 1.4 billion, which is why they don’t really care how many die or what from. It only becomes an issue when it either affects leaders (as it has in Iran) or more usually interferes with wealth. Then it’s a problem. Ten million peasants could die and so what? Unless there suddenly was no one to serve their tea or the sales of products dropped off enough to affect their profits.

Enough background information. Argue about it if you like, but it won’t change anything. Neither will what I’m about to impart. Why? The answer to that comes at the end.

Now to bring about this sustainable world society, what needs to be done? First and foremost, everyone must contribute to the society they take from. Marx said “each producing according to his ability and consuming according to his need” which is correct. Except Marx knew nada about human nature. We are by our DNA greedy, selfish little users who will consumer whatever we can get while doing as little as necessary to get it. Since you can’t change human nature, you have to deal with it instead. That, unfortunately, is the first step in everything getting ugly. It’s why the communist revolutions inevitably fail, and why innocent people die in the name of “the cause”.

But we do have a segment of society that we know consumes without contributing: the convicted criminals. They sit in their cells, possibly for life, costing $50,000 (a pretty good wage) a year while doing nothing in return. Obviously some better way of dealing with them is necessary, such as executing the hopelessly violent sociopaths and possibly gainfully employing the others. They used to do this, prison work it was called, until the non-criminal labourers objected as it took away jobs from people who hadn’t actually broken the law first. You can see their point, but still there should be some better way of handling the situation.

There are other segments of society who don’t pull their weight as well. The aforementioned billionaires for example. Or other over-paid people who work in certain businesses which aren’t really essential to society.

Now let’s stop and discuss what is “essential”.  When I was a lad we learned there were three basic necessities to life: food, clothing, and shelter. Arguably clothing and shelter might be considered the same thing as they both protect us from the elements. We could arguably add “health” on to the list of necessities, because no one is going to get much from food or clothing or shelter if they’re sick – although it’s easy to get sick without the food, clothing, and shelter. We’re after sustainable life here, not just barely existing until a premature demise.

That said, how much of our society’s actual needs are fulfilled by ‘fringe industries’? It doesn’t take an expert in economics to realize a large part of the economy revolves around things which we in fact do not really need. It is a curious paradox, then, that these inessentials are often the richer part of the personal budget as well as the social one whereas the essentials are on the other end of the scale. To put it simply, we spend more money proportionally on things we don’t need than on things we do. At the same time, people working in unimportant industries get paid more than those doing the truly vital tasks. Let me reduce that last one some more: celebrities get more money than farmhands. You can’t eat movies, people.

At this point someone is going to start arguing about “what is the value of life without art?” and someone else will come in with “well okay, but should we be paying that much?” and then another person will say “yeah I’m an artist and I’m starving” after which the dullard of the group will come up with “free market economy!” or something of the sort which ‘justifies’ the status quo using faulty economic models. It’s all so much marsh gas when you’re looking at the hard numbers and not the philosophy.

Now let’s imagine some of the changes made to improve life in general across the board. You understand that in order to improve life for one person someone else is going to have to share. Oh dear, that sounds like communism again doesn’t it? Let’s try it this way: the only reason some people are very, very rich is because a lot more people are very, very poor. No, don’t argue; I already proved it is impossible to earn that kind of wealth and I already pointed out how burgeoning populations devalue human beings with the lowest-paid getting the worst of it (as usual).

The first thing that would need changing is education. What we have now is indoctrination: learning by rote to follow the norms of society, even though we know those norms are wrong. Education needs to be practical and teach critical thought so that people can recognize a lie when it’s dressed up as a campaign promise. This would mean no more school systems designed to turn out obedient soldiers who blindly pledge allegiance to the State while practicing war games in the guise of sports under the subterfuge that it is ‘physical education’. No more school sports, no more pro sports. Teaching violence is not good for society.

While we’re on the subject of sacred cows, there are a number of other industries that don’t really contribute. Multi-million dollar movies? Cosmetics? Fashion? All these superfluous adjuncts that pander to the rich or the wannabe-rich do nothing for improving the human condition. Many aspects of them are leftovers from the olden days and have just clung on refusing to die for no reason other than stubbornness. Perfume came from the days when bathing was an irregular thing at best and soap largely unknown. It has lingered not only in its original form, but by infiltrating the practices meant to supplant it (i.e. perfumed soap, shampoo, detergent, et cetera). Certainly cruise ships, which developed out of the need to make ocean voyages less tedious and became a destination substitution when air travel began to supersede boats for travel, have no real purpose in the world today. As for the aforesaid air travel, I’m reminded of that haunting phrase from the World War II era: is this trip necessary? And at the other end a host of tourist industry only businesses would also be looking at termination.

At this point you are probably screaming about all the people being put out of work, and well you should be since one of the underlying premises of this posting is that everyone needs to work and contribute to justify their consumption. But so many of the occupations are superfluous, and really only relate to the richer classes who have an excess of money anyway. In that sense you could say they are businesses meant to redistribute wealth by taking it from those who have too much (in exchange for something of dubious value) and spending it back on necessities. Or you could call them parasites *wink*. In any case we have to question their value as it only exists as a result of the initial wealth inequity.

All right, hammer out your own details for the sustainable society. Argue among yourselves as to what is truly necessary and what isn’t. Adjust the parameters as many times as you like. See what you come up with, and write your own piece – which will be just as ignored as mine. If you think there’s no truth at all in this premise, have a look: https://www.ctvnews.ca/sci-tech/satellite-images-show-dramatic-drop-in-pollution-over-china-amid-coronavirus-outbreak-1.4833713 There you have evidence that reduction in certain industries such as travel and manufacturing has a positive environmental effect. Wrong reasons to do it, right results from it. And of course the economic fallout is still there since this is an unplanned change. No matter how you look at it, our current consumerism economy driven by the desire for ever-greater profits, more economic “growth” (a fallacy in itself) and increasing population is unsustainable in the extreme. In fact we passed the point of no return about 5 billion people ago.

Where I got depressed was when I did this logistical experiment and examined what we had left. It looked terrifyingly like an old feudal system, with the displaced workers taking the place of mechanized farming. Imagine everyone having the chance at a PhD on the one hand, but having to till the soil on the other. Not slaves, which are owned, but workers whose education does not necessarily match their employment because all jobs need be filled. You’d have the guarantee of needs met creating a paradox with having to work. Any way you try it, you find flaws – just as with any system that’s been tried before or is in place now.

Now here’s the real killer: even if it could be worked out, it won’t matter. Physics rears its ugly head and tells us no closed system is infinitely sustainable, and this applies to a society as well. We’ve seen microcosms of this throughout history, if only we’d bothered to pay attention. The U.S. Social Security system was built on the basis of those paying in ‘now’ would finance those drawing out ‘now’, balanced by the notion that the population would ever-increase in the working age range while inevitably decreasing in the retirement range. A few things went wrong with that, such as ignoring inflation (according to economist Lester Thurow, this would be self-correcting given an educated consumer – good luck with that) and that the working demographic would not always increase nor the retired one always decrease – or at least not by so much thanks to improved healthcare. Never mind too many people thinking it’s an IRA that they’re “entitled” to take money out of because they put money in (it’s not, they’re not, and we’re talking about rich people who don’t need it anyway). Whole civilizations have risen and fallen due to their failure to understand the inevitable need to adapt to changes, or the impossibility of them doing so at the time. Nothing new has happened to social sensibilities since then so the dictum stands. And at this point it is coming down to inevitable entropy no matter what we do. Sorry, Greta, but your generation would have been in trouble even if the previous ones had got it all right.

In the end we have – the end. Nihilism is an accurate stance, and there’s only about 3 generations left before the world becomes unlivable. Yet is it not said life is delaying the inevitable (death), so why are we not at least trying? Surely there’s something we could do to slow it down?

Yes there is, but no one will do it. Too many people are getting and remaining too wealthy off the status quo (see previous comments about human nature) or enjoying their current power or blindly trying to force their nonsensical ideology on everyone else. The larger the number of people involved in an endeavor the more difficult it is to get them all to agree on anything. Just imagine how many would need to agree to make any progress on a world-wide effort for a population of seven billion and climbing.

The last thing I’m going to annoy you with (if anyone is still reading this) is a salute to the brainless complainers who like to pretend that the Baby Boomer Generation is responsible for everything currently wrong with the world. No, we’re not. We invented not only all the wonderful devices you like to use to display your stupidity to the world, but also environmental awareness – which subsequent generations decided not to be aware of. More so than any other generation we made it possible for people to be so willfully ignorant of how good they have it that they can deny this is the case. We didn’t elect Trump either; you did. There aren’t enough of us left to give him his 26% or take any significant amount away from the Democrats, and we aren’t all Americans either. Stop being so self-centered. Learn something. It’s too late to make a difference, but better to die smart and right than dumb and wrong.

Well I guess that ought to offend just about everybody on the planet. My work is done.


The first shock this week was the anniversary of my Father’s birthday. Not only the repeated realization that he’s no longer alive, but the enormity of his age if he were.

The second shock was a flippant remark I made to Jim Grey in respect to his reflecting on having to exercise carefully now that he’s passed 50. It started as a joke, but really it’s not so funny to think I’m working on decade seven and still trying to do the stuff I did back then. Not very wise.

The third shock came when I was reading another nice photo blog wherein the writer remarked on how he seriously got into photography in 2000, and it occurred to me that I’d already been taking pictures and collecting cameras for over 30 years by then. Time marches on, and it tramples us as it does.

This past week hasn’t been great for me. Clearing the big snowfall from the driveway, even with a self-propelled snowblower, was cause of major exhaustion and some serious objections from muscles all over. I’ve been managing without my wife since she went off to help her poor sister several weeks ago, but it is getting cumulatively more difficult and harder to pretend it isn’t.

Anno Domini is a bugger, to coin a phrase.

Looking ahead to the possible, or inevitable future is somewhat scary. What I’d like to do and what I can do keep getting further apart. There is, for example, a ton of work to be done at the cabin yet before it can be used again (it’s been three years since we were able to stay out there due to one disaster or another). Most of it only I can do: despite her wishful thinking, you can’t “just hire someone” to handle the project; it needs an engineer, and that’s me. As it is, even day-to-day living is a struggle for me and not just sometimes anymore. We got more snow last night, and it will need to be cleared again.

She returns a week on Monday, and I think we’re going to have to have a serious talk about our own future.

Snowing Again

The Future of Fotography

This entry was inspired by the Zen coincidence of a comment made by a friend of a friend and another blog written by a fellow photographer regarding digital cameras and what may be coming. The comment was on the desire for smartphones’ cameras to be at right-angle to the screen so it wasn’t obvious when a picture is being taken (something self-conscious folk have to come to terms with). This would make the phone camera work like an old TLR for framing purposes, or an SLR with waste-level finder if you prefer. The inspiring blog was also about the future: The Future of Photography is not Mirrorless It caused me to think about all the changes I personally have seen in half a century of photography (and looking back on its history, even more).

In the good old days of film photography there were two categories of camera: amateur and professional. That is not the same as two categories of photographer, as a lot of amateurs had professional equipment – and still got amateur results. The inverse is also true, as I’ve known pros to get the results they wanted using a Diana F. It might not be the result you or I want, but it worked for them. Amateur cameras began with the Kodak Brownie for sure:


(Yes that is the very first model; one of seven left in the world.)

They progressed through basic folders, then plastic cheapies (the famous Brownie “Star” camera series for example), into Instamatics and on to the point-and-shoot digitals. Professional cameras started with the very first cameras, as you really had to know what you were doing before Mr. Eastman made it easy. Post World War II we’d think of pro cameras as Leica, Contax, and Exacta – before Nikon, Canon, and Pentax took over with their SLRs. If you were really serious about your photography, sooner or later you laid down the big money and bought one of the dauntingly complex cameras that could do so much more than point and click.

The early days of digital photography were much the same. I wonder how many remember that the first professional digital units were actually backs that fitted to your SLR (like Nikon F) to give you digital imaging? I remember because at the time a pro friend of mine was trying to get his work to pony up the money for it – something like $10,000 then. They didn’t go for it. But still we had honest amateur digital cameras:


Curiously if you wanted to go from digital amateur to digital pro the marketplace provided a new kind of camera for you: the “bridge” camera. This was no point-and-shoot, but also not a DSLR with interchangeable lenses. Just the right tool to metaphorically get your feet wet without shelling out next month’s mortgage payment (and car payment and probably the utility bill as well).


The amateur digitals got better and better and better … and then started to vanish. In fact you will find it difficult to locate a good quality, basic digital camera these days. Why? Because at the same time digital was developing (pun intended) someone thought of using the memory and processor in a cell phone for additional tasking. And cell phones became smartphones with so much more memory and processing power. How easy it became for everyone to carry around one unit that could do everything they wanted to do! Apparently the lessons of the past about putting all your technological eggs in one metaphorical basket were forgotten.


That’s when smartphones began to afflict professional photography too. Take weddings as an example. It used to be a pro would be hired to make some set shots and candid images and woe unto the amateur who dared bring along his Instamatic! But professionals are expensive and now everyone has a smartphone so … hey all you guests; shoot like crazy and share it all with everyone! Smartphones had brought the ancient despised practice of “film burning” (where if you shoot enough film one of the frames is bound to be good – a take off on the “infinite number of monkeys” principal) to the digital age.


Oh my. What of professional photography now? Well they’ve introduced the mirror-less cameras for pros. Will that save them? I rather doubt it. For one thing a mirror-less camera, and forgive me if I’ve got this wrong, costs more than a DSLR yet has few parts and is therefor cheaper to produce. Hmm. Sounds just like when they used to charge extra for “pro-black finish” on SLRs even though it cost less than satin chrome. If you weigh the advantages of mirror-less against the disadvantages and factor in the price, is there really any point? Perhaps for some, but it’s unlikely to be the major market share. A mirror-less camera is a point-and-shoot gone posh, as the lens-to-sensor-to-screen principal is the same as used in the now all-but-vanished low-end digital. They’ve just added a lot of features, especially the ability to change lenses.

Time to take a side trip. One of the mirror-less camera flaws is exposing the sensor when the lens is off. In the days of film photography there were a few editions which had interchangeable front elements to give you wide or telephoto views; the rear element remained safely locked behind the leaf shutter. Most of these cameras (such as the infamous Kowa SLR) were quality nightmares which ultimately failed, and the lens arrangement limited the focal lengths possible. Besides now the fragile shutter leafs were exposed when the lens was off. Yet could there not be potential here for making smartphones even more capable? Well some companies are already on that, and you can find clip-on and magnetic lens accessories for your phone already. After all, a digital filter isn’t as good as a real one.


So where do we go from here? Will smartphones continue to invade the photography world? Having already displaced amateur cameras, do they pose a real threat to professional grade equipment? Will they force pros out of the scene entirely, save a few diehard artistic types? Interesting questions. Let’s see what a smartphone might evolve into.

The original comment this piece started with about having right-angle camera phone ability is an intriguing one. We already have front and back lenses. How much tech can we fit in? Right now zooming is digital, but it was years ago that the concept of flexible lenses was brought up. And now they’re talking about whole phones that flex. Hmm. Is it possible to get a lens that will move to any angle while the screen stays in front of you? This would be the inverse of cameras with displays that fold out and pivot. Will there be mechanical zooming ability on this lens? The possibilities are there for certain. Perhaps they might even smarten up enough to give the lens some real protection from the brutal world, instead of leaving it to take everything life throws at it like the rest of us poor sods have to.

However this might be a good time to stop and ask ourselves collectively: just because we can do it, does that mean we should?

I’ve no doubt someone will.

But that someone will not be me.

P.S.: If they’re going to do anything good with cell phone cameras, give me a lens that mounts on my glasses and sees what I see so I can press a button or give a voice command and snap a good shot of what I spot while I’m driving along the road! I have missed too many things to the impossibility of getting a camera fired up and aimed while driving – especially at 110 KPH.

What happened to Tuesday

My goodness but Robby Burns was right.

Today I was going to the cabin to do more work. Had the rig all loaded too. Put the computer and camera in this morning, grabbed the snacks, and off I went. Stopping first at the transfer station to unload the garbage, where my ever-undependable grasp allowed the first can to go right over the edge and into the bin. Oh well. I had in fact just bought two new ones as these were pretty beat, but I had intended to take them to the cabin for use there. Sometimes you just go with the Zen, alright?

Off I went down the wretched road, and noticed it was sprinkling a bit. The further I went, the more dense the sprinklers. By about 6 kms it was wipers on intermittent and better have the lights glowing. This was not boding well.

Now, on top of all this I’m dealing with a pain that feels a lot like a broken rib on the left side. It has become rather intense and hard to ignore when moving or trying to use the arm. The fact is loading and unloading those garbage cans was quite a feat, even though they were only half full.

Do I continue? It’s raining now, and probably will be out at the cabin. I’d have to go in and out and do things in cool, damp, muddy conditions. With copious amounts of chest pain. Apply the Rule of Zen: turn around at 8 kms and go back before wasting a lot of gasoline for nothing.

Home again. What now? Well there’s this pain in the chest … Unhook trailer, drive in to town, and see how busy the ER is today.

Getting the X-rays was an adventure in pain. Having discussions with the nurse practitioner and duty doctor about the history of this condition, without going overly into detail, was interesting. Being told the bone doesn’t appear broken anywhere was somewhat disappointing. It sure feels broken. Broken is something I can relate to.

So just what is the problem?

Well you know all that coughing? The fits that I thought might have caused the break? The ones that keep trying to choke me to death? The ones caused by spasms in the intercostal muscles due to … well no one has definitively said yet. So this doctor thinks the pain is due to some really bad spasming or possibly damage to one right about there and I need to see someone about what the hell is causing it because eight years is really too long to be messing about with this.

I’m inclined to agree, but no further along than before.

Anyway Tuesday is shot to hell and the future doesn’t look bright.

I’d add a photo here for fun, but the six I took this past weekend are all no good.

Monday: recovery

It’s Saturday as I start this. Note the word “start” as I’m sure it will take the weekend to get the thoughts down.

I’m trying to recover.

Mowed the lawn this morning, which entailed a bit more than firing up the mower and driving it around. Even so, when I did get to that part it proved quite daunting. Perhaps because of the steps needed to dig the mower out from behind other things and check it over and et cetera until the motor surrendered to my efforts and ran.

Although the “dig” part is more telling, because first of all I haven’t recovered from Thursday’s efforts – some of which involved digging. Never mind Friday’s brief shopping trip.

Here we have a thing. I can do stuff, right? Unfortunately the effort expended in doing what I still consider to be “simple” or “easy” is more like marathon running or an ironman competition to my body. I started out the day with pains which should automatically be equated to “don’t do anything; take the day off and rest” but which get ignored because things have to be done.

Like mowing the lawn. Well, it looks awful afterwards because it’s not exactly neatly mown. More like I drove over the highest bits to knock them down so the place doesn’t look abandoned and invite burglars in. There was a time when I would use the push mower around the edges, but I’m not that much of a masochist. Likewise I can convince myself I do not need to trim, because that causes some rather unique and unwelcome sensations – especially in the hands.

It’s after such moments that the frustration really sets in and you want to swear a lot. Genghis Khan! Does everything have to be such an almighty struggle? Staying active may keep the muscles from rotting away on the bones and it certainly detracts from the problem, but only on a pro tem basis; the minute you stop you become all-too-aware that the body is old and unwell and unwilling and is now going to ‘get’ you for what you’ve just forced it to do. I can’t imagine how many days of really doing nothing it would take before the physical complaints end. I suspect they never would.

And it’s Saturday and I’ve got to prepare for more work ahead and I’m ignoring a big project in the yard outside (an unfinished building) which must be seen to at some point. Do I really want to climb ladders and scaffolding and reinstall roof trusses? No. But it needs doing and no one else will do it. I’ve just had a large does of hired incompetence too, so … here’s me again at the short end of the stick as usual. Now let’s see how Sunday goes before I add that on and publish this for Monday.

Into Sunday we go.

I was going to skip taking pills last night, as I take too many (all of them have dire warnings about long-term use effects). By the time I was ready for bed it was obvious sleep wasn’t going to happen without one. I chose one of the ‘mild’ ones; acetaminophen in a strength meant to anesthetize elephants. By 11:30 PM I was awake and in pain and knew I needed another. This after a day of little activity, aside from mowing the lawn. Twelve hours after going to bed I’m up again, hands and feet tingling, clenched, feeling like they’ve been run over by a truck. Thus the day begins. There is nothing scheduled for today, and I might just about manage nothing.

Midway through and there’s not much improvement in the pain department. I wrote a bit about cameras, and that’s pretty much the extent of my efforts today. Having trouble walking, in fact. Not keen on taking any more pills because they don’t have much effect and I will need to take something to sleep tonight.

Whole lot of no fun.

Now it’s bedtime on Sunday. There hasn’t been much improvement. The coughing fits around dinner preparation were epic – near choking. It seems if I can hold together through them the muscles will stop spasming and ease off. It’s like disturbing them from resting state causes the spasm cough, but then they’ll get into the rhythm again if I don’t choke or collapse. Boy, where’s the comfort in that?

There will be a cyclobenzaprine tonight, so that there may be a tomorrow. Here’s hoping the sleep between will be uninterrupted, or at least not require another pill.

Finally Monday

I got through the night alright, and now just need for the after-effects of the pill to wear off so I can get through today. Coughing has started already this morning. In about three weeks I have more testing and another doctor visit. I’m not expecting anything though; wherever this thing is getting to, I think I’m there.

I’d like to be able to go work on the cabin some more tomorrow. At this point it’s somewhat doubtful and I may have to delay. That’s the worst of it: there are no good days, just “not so bad” ones and they don’t come as a matter of rest or medication. Make plans? Why? You never know if you’ll be able to follow through.

Zen and the Art of the Future

I’ve been ‘X’-ing out numerous suggested posts on WordPress for several days now, and leaving up the few I think might be worth a read. I even get around to reading some of them. Curiously, aside from the “can’t be deleted ’cause they paid us” dross the posts I’ve been leaving up all seem to be about photography.

Hmm. Let’s think about that.

Well my first thought is that I might write a bit about the plethora of cameras I’ve had, because I mention this in a comment on one of the posts I found particularly engaging. Might even put up a photo of some of the few cameras I managed to retain after the Great Disaster of ’18 (just don’t ask).

I thought about it some more.

Okay, maybe I’ll even do a post about my photographic philosophy and what sort of direction I give photographers. Well who the hell am I to say? Oh, just an old man who came from a family of photographers and who’s shot an incredibly large number of images over many years. Not much commercial success, perhaps, but … well things and other things, okay? And I know a few younger photographers whom I’ve given a bit of direction to without being domineering and critical (I hope). I’m no one special in the photography department, but I have my ideas and opinions.

A little more thinking goes on.

I’d have to pony up a few shots of mine I think are good just to see if anyone agrees. That could be a post or two or three more. (Oddly, massive quantities of my old work mysteriously have disappeared. Something else discovered in the Great Disaster of ’18.)

Slowly the mind turns things over and looks at them from other angles.

You know, I’ve got this problem with my health which is putting quite a crimp in my usual superman lifestyle of late. It’s like I need a whole change of plan or something.

Well maybe, just maybe the Zen is pointing the fickle finger of fate at fotography again. Er, photography. I wouldn’t object to spending more time back at it as opposed to hard manual labour, but such a change depends on many factors which have yet to resolve themselves.

We’ll have to see where this goes from here. I can at least do the posts mentioned above.