Another three photos. I just spent the better part of half an hour trying to salvage a pano of a beautiful Jaguar I saw in Berkeley, an XK 140 of unknown but probably 1950s vintage. After spending all that time on it (playing with software is wonderfully soothing if not productive), I took a mental step back, looked at it, realized it wasn’t really saying anything worthwhile, just a shiny thing parked on the curb, and so I axed it. You’re welcome.
Some photos from last May that I didn’t want to disappear down the memory hole.
Like I said on Twitter, I’ve declared backlog bankruptcy. These are from last weekend, in and around and on the way to Yosemite National Park.
I’ll probably just post photosets that I like from what I’ve got? like, the edits from what was in the camera got me about 90 photos, but that’s not a ton of actual posts. I also saved the older edits, so I can dip into those if I want.
Looking at the photos i’ve taken recently: I’ve got my work cut out for me, getting ready for New York. Out of practice. Too much time spent convalescing. It’ll come back.
File this entry in the same place as the last one; utterly mundane wonders, or maybe astounding normalcy. I’m sure in the right circles, the Tokyo subway/train system is justly famous and known. The experience of it, even when a bit exhausted and yeah, a little tipsy, is quite impressive. I think for some reason we changed trains twice on this trip? seems like it should have been a straight shot, but it’s possible we wandered a bit underground and gotten on the wrong place. Or perhaps I’m looking at the sequence wrong.
The ankle is healing. It’s in a cast now. Hopefully my inability to sleep last night is just needing to be used to the cast, and not, like, an indicator of the discomfort I’ll be in the next two weeks. We’ll see.
Just moving between places in Tokyo. There’s so much happening there at any given instant. This was just another Monday evening, you know? but I guess someone else’s quotidian bullshit can be amazing and wild if you go halfway around the world. This crowd was a nice change from the Halloween night crowd, which was called a riot by the local police. (I for one don’t think it can be a riot without any broken windows, at least; this was just TOO MANY PEOPLE in one place)
Schedule is already filling up for the fall. Booking things two months out already. Two more weeks until I start physical therapy. I keep having dreams where I’m walking, and after a moment I look down and realize I’m still in the splint, or I shouldn’t really be putting weight on the busted ankle, but it seems fine in the dream. I hope reality is half as easy.
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