Yesterday, the 7th of January, I made the decision to send back the Nikon D7000, though quite heavy, met my needs for a camera body. I just could not justify at this time the price without any job. Even with a job.
I posted all this malaise so I will not dwell long upon the subject.
I took the usual afternoon walk at Alligator Lake in the bitter cold. Three layers and it still bit. I had the D3100 along, the lighter weight quite noticeable. I waited on the dock for a plane to cross the half moon, to no avail. I kept hearing the owls hooting deeper in the cypress hammock. I wished for a kayak to venture in and find them. One day I will happen upon one again.
I appreciated to kind response from my malaise from Rosemary. Rosemary was my friend at Florida Southern, almost girl friend friend, but my cold feet kept me distant. I ran from many in my life.
She was a music major so she is tuned to the artist spirit.
She offered to help edit my work. She said the poetry wasn't bad, only for a certain audience. A small audience I may add. Like here. Ten followers if that. I can usually write at will here without fear of anyone reading, until I write something controversial, then every Tom with a Uncle Harry who is a dick wants to read it. I detest those people to no end. But that is the nature of man.
She mentioned again the publishing of a book. I do need to pursue that avenue. Johnny Bullard of White Springs has approached me about helping him with one by offering the photographs, he the writing. It could be a good learning experience. I must pursue that as well.
At this point, on my twenty-sixth wedding anniversary, time moves rapidly along. Today I could not get into clothes worn just a year ago. The juicer is out on the counter. We promise each other to begin, but not in earnest. Turkeys are cold in January and we must give them shelter.
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