It's always an exercise in self-discipline to return to the "day job" after a long weekend. That I didn't quite accomplish as much across the long weekend as I had wanted to doesn't help much. I had intended to get a new painting started but woke up Friday morning with the tendonitis in my right arm screaming bloody murder.
You'd think that with the new camera, my old one wouldn't be that useful anymore. Not so! I made a slight modification to it today and now it sees infra-red light:
I have an old sewing machine. It is in excellent shape and I have all the orignal acessories that came with it - including the receipt from Eaton's, dated 1964 (the machine is older than I am). Last night, while repairing a pair of pants the light bulb that illuminates the needle burnt out. An ordinary event.
I got asked today "if it would be a problem" to fly to Vernon for a software demo. Yes, it is a fucking problem. Spending eight hours of my life travelling on wingèd tin-cans one step removed from Mexican buses with with old-women holding chickens sitting in the back, just to attend a four-hour demo for software I don't give a shit about? I think not.
A flash unit l I bought online last week arrived today. This particular flash is designed specifically for my camera so it is aware of things like how much I am zoomed, the distance the lens is focused on, etc. The flash head swivels and tilts (examples of what this means under the cut) and has a built-in diffuser panel that will be most useful for fashion shows. But enough babble, on to the test photos...
It's always an exercise in self-discipline to return to the "day job" after a long weekend. That I didn't quite accomplish as much across the long weekend as I had wanted to doesn't help much. I had intended to get a new painting started but woke up Friday morning with the tendonitis in my right arm screaming bloody murder.
You'd think that with the new camera, my old one wouldn't be that useful anymore. Not so! I made a slight 
I have an old sewing machine. It is in excellent shape and I have all the orignal acessories that came with it - including the receipt from Eaton's, dated 1964 (the machine is older than I am). Last night, while repairing a pair of pants the light bulb that illuminates the needle burnt out. An ordinary event. 
Where just looking out the window is entertaining:
I got asked today "if it would be a problem" to fly to Vernon for a software demo. Yes, it is a fucking problem. Spending eight hours of my life travelling on wingèd tin-cans one step removed from Mexican buses with with old-women holding chickens sitting in the back, just to attend a four-hour demo for software I don't give a shit about? I think not.
