Combinations. Like daily turning the tumblers. The safe opens. It is empty. The long turning for nothing.
Sameness. Routine. Thoughts. Dreams.Desires.Fears. Futures. Pasts. They come rushing. Walking.
A hollow being. Doing what is always done. Getting the same result. Fuzzy when sharpness is desired. Cannot get the right settings. Do not have the right settings. All a flicker.
You got it. Wednesday, January 15th. The daily walk along the trails of Alligator Lake. There was Brian again. Like a Truman scene. Deja vu. It has been done. A re-run. The same cypress. The same egrets. Coots. Hawks. The same focus. The same out of focus. The same struggle. The same composition. The only variable was in the clouds. Today, all of mans making from jet streams. Under-expose, over-expose, flash on, flash off. Yadda Yadda Yadda.
Back to the computer. Pop in the cord. Download to Picassa. Cheap mans Adobe. Limited manipulation. Lack of raw. Jpeg. Lazy. Unimaginative. Facebook driven. Ten or less likes. Is it any wonder? And so it goes.
Poor flicker was over manipulated as a result. This mostly stems from seeing another photographers work on Facebook, the Russian lady with the photographs of her children with farm animals. Absolutely amazing and beautifully done. The Canon full frame Mark 2 that every photographer of any meddle uses. She with a 135mm. Interesting in that when I first got started in the early 70's(I should be a master by now) that was my first and only lens.
As I have been saying all this year that I turn 59. This is it. It is getting down to the too late. To the wire. To the no turning back. To the do or die. The final act. The about time you do something. And I look for some lottery like salvation to come along and in a moment, in an instant, make all things well, successful, right.
It will never happen. I will die in the process. And the Flicker will fly to another rotten tree.
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