And then that night I began the business of figuring out how to function again. I met this chick who seemed all right but turned out to be totally psycho. Or turned psycho after drinking. I have a photo of her, but I really don’t feel like posting it. I seem to attract the crazies lately. Oh well, c’est la vie. 
Not many pictures from this night made it through the edit filter. oh well. I have a tendency to try to make a narrative with photo series, but some nights just don’t fall into that pattern. Too much going on to get it all, or too much happening in bad light, etc. And sometimes my narrative making brain cells aren’t firing either. Of course, the gist of what happened is what you see in these photos, even if there isn’t a series of them. We drank. We chilled. That’s about it. 
All of these look a little yellow to me now, but I’m not going to go back and correct ‘em. Too much like work. I’m having a really great day thus far. Bike ride, hangin’ out, big truck burrito, and now I’m huddled next to my ac tryin to cool off. The hot laptop isn’t much help, but oh well. 
By which I mean I have the white stripes in my head. I’ve been reading this book, called The Photographer, about a photog who went into afghanistan with MSF during the Soviet-Afghan war. Towards the middle of the book, the photographer and one of the doctors are talking about what it takes to improve in their respective professions, and the doctor says to the photog: “…To take good photos, you have to age well.” I like that sentiment very much. 
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