Occasional color

I’ve been shooting a lot of black and white lately, and I’m pretty sure that’s a thing I want to keep doing.

Maybe it’s the prominent interplay of light and shadow, maybe it’s that it looks more like “art” to me, or maybe I just plain don’t “get” color–whatever the reason, my photographs tend to end up monochrome.

I do shoot a little color, though. Like the photo over to the right.

I don’t know if it was the light when I took this, or maybe it was the funky color at the heart of these (to me) unremarkable flowers, but I shot it knowing I’d turn it into something more “painterly” than “real.”

Does that make sense?

In other news, I seriously messed up my back on Saturday morning, and thus didn’t have the sort of Labor Day Weekend I was hoping for. I spent most of it flat on the couch watching Netflix, counting the hours between doses of over-the-counter anti-inflammatories.

My back’s doing much better today, though, so I’m…still flat on the couch watching Netflix?

Whatever. Don’t judge me.

Awake, walking

The sleep, it is elusive.

Last night seemed to go better than the several preceding it, but I still feel like hammered excrement this morning, so maybe I just think I slept OK?

Whatever, here’s a photo I took the other day while out on a walk.

I’ve done a lot of walking this summer. Whenever the weather permits, I’m outside, and I usually take at least a few photos while strolling around. Unfortunately, the area I live in is a little…boring.

See, I grew up around woods and flowers and fields, spent my entire life within walking distance of green parks and flowing rivers, and basically take “the beauty of nature” for granted. No, it’s more than that.

I’m kind of sick of nature.

I’d rather shoot concrete jungles, rusting cars, and graffiti. Crowded streets, subways, and sewers. Preferably in a city that’ll never see snow, which will be coming my way all too soon.

There’s was some broader point I was going to try making here about the grass being greener, or finding the beauty in what you have, but honestly? I’m both too tired think, and too tired to fake enthusiasm when I’m this close to another New England winter.

Yeah. Fuck winter.

Writing, playing, and not sleeping

It’s been a weird few weeks.

I figure I’m getting about one good night of sleep out of three, where “good night” means about six hours of being dead to the world. The other two nights? Yeeeeaaaaahhhh…let’s not even talk about them.

Insomnia blows. And it’s blowing extra hard for me right now because I’m stuck in a writing project I’d really like to finish, but it is kind of impossible to even get into when I’m so sleep-deprived I’m getting motion hallucinations, and the few functioning brain cells I have are busy counting the hours to the next time I can put my head on a pillow.

Wow. I just had a whole, minute-long blank stare at the screen after typing that last paragraph. Jesus, I’m screwed.

Anyway, what little writing I’ve managed to do has been pretty fun. In fact, I’m pretty sure I’m having more fun with it than I’ve had in years, which is saying a lot. Or would be, if I didn’t have this nagging feeling that it’s nothing but gibberish and I’m too tired and out of it to notice.

Whatever. At least I got a new phone.

My old one finally hit the glass ceiling of available memory, and Android’s pretty damn cranky when that happens. Updates wouldn’t download, I had to clear cache and reboot multiple times a day–it wasn’t fun. So, I dug deep and pulled a couple hundred bucks out of my ass for a new phone.

A new phone which has a new, much nicer camera than my old one.

Oh, happy day!

Even with the whole lack of sleep thing harshing my mellow, I’ve been having a blast with this thing–going out every day, experimenting with all the available settings, and generally just playing around.

I’ve mainly been posting over on my Instagram and Facebook profiles, but if you don’t follow me there, I’ve thrown a few of my photos into a gallery here…

Some of it’s pretty weird, but, as I said, it’s been a weird few weeks.

Waking Up

My daughter goes back to school in about a week, which means it’s time for me to start setting my alarm and stop sleeping in.

That’s not going well.

Normally, I’m up by six anyway. I don’t know if it’s because that’s what I’ve somehow gotten used to, but it’s what happens. No matter when I get to sleep, it’s over by about the same time, no matter how fervently I’d like to enjoy a summer of sleeping in.

Now that summer’s basically over, I should be getting up at five. So, for the last two days, I’ve set my alarm, it’s gone off at the appointed hour, and one of two things have happened. I either went right back to sleep, or I stayed up and spent the entire day feeling like an extra in a George Romero film.

And yeah, sure, two days isn’t much of a sample size, and I still have a full week to get myself on track, but this year already feels like the hardest one yet. To the point where I’m pretty sure that when I do finally start getting up reliably at five, I should just stick to that time and never deviate. That I should give up on sleeping in or lazing about in bed, and resign myself to a life of waking up an hour before the rest of the known universe.

Of course, right now, I’d settle for just getting up on time twice in a row.

Back to the World

It’s 7:44 AM, Saturday–the day we’re to head back home.

This year’s vacation has been great. Games were played, movies and anime were watched, and a whole lot of chilling out was accomplished. We did things we didn’t plan, and yeah, a few plans we had didn’t quite come together, but all of it was awesome.

We take this trip every year, spend the week at a friend’s house, and come back feeling recharged and ready to take on the back-to-school rush and the threat of another winter in New England. This year, I feel especially so.

Going home’s going to be hard.