There are a few flowers still blooming and growing. I came across the remainders of a little Camellia. Wow, I thought. A possible picture.
So I clicked the button a couple of times. I continued on. I felt lucky. You know, I’m not seeing pictures all that well.
In fact, I might not be seeing anything very well. I’m still out of time. A lot of people feel the same way. I’m procrastinating.
I read something about that. Most people think it’s a time management problem. It’s not. It’s depression. A different kind of depression than most, but still it’s depression.
That made sense to me. After all, most of us are in mourning. We miss the life that we had. I know I say that our “new” normal can and should be better. But, just cutting off one life and starting another isn’t exactly easy.
I realized last night that I haven’t seen most of my friends since March. Eight months. That’s a long time. Oh sure. We text, talk on the phone, hold Zoom talks. But, it ain’t the same.
It can never be the same.
We talk about businesses struggling. The food and music industries are hit especially hard. So is the travel industry. Combined, that just about kills New Orleans.
That’s not what concerns me.
I have a little pod. We stay together. We touch. We laugh. We talk.
That’s not it.
I’m writing this close to publication time. Normally, I would be at a second line. We either shake hands or hug. I haven’t had that since just after Mardi Gras.
We call second lines our church. Church is where you find it. So is God, or whatever you call your higher power.
No church for us. No noise. No music. No dancing. No BBQ smells.
Damn. I almost brought myself to tears.
I miss that stuff. I didn’t think that I would, but guess what?
Pictures. They are really something. I’ve made my living from pictures since 1974.
During these pandemic times, I’m almost not working. I’m not working in my other business.
Luckily, we have a little money and and income, sorta.
I’m starting to think that I should find something to do just to keep me busy.
The all seeing dog and I were walking. I saw this little flower hiding among the Elephant Ears. I made the picture.
When I started developing and post production I found my settings for the last picture I worked on.
I thought, why not? So I just used that. Mostly, that doesn’t work. Two different pictures require different approaches.
It really didn’t work this time, either.
But, I liked what it did. In fact, I enhanced it. I made it more atomic. I stretched it out beyond my imagination.
There you have it. My own imagination was stretched.
Stay safe. Stay mighty. Wear your mask. Wash your hands. Keep your distance. I don’t care what anybody says, enjoy every sandwich.
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