Doing stuff with pictures instead of words.
Sometimes I want to write and sometimes I don’t. The periods of “don’t” usually coincide with feeling sick, as if writing is only something I undertake in the spirit of health. Strange, considering the number of times I have written myself out of black moods.
Over the weekend, in between sneezes and coughs, I finally worked on a Second Life snap I took last summer. I didn’t want to upload it anywhere until I had a chance to work on some of its flaws, but I didn’t know how to do that until my friend Lillian – whose pictures you really should look at, go on, I’ll be here when you get back – gave me a tutorial on a few Photoshop tricks.
Rarely, I get to capture quiet moments like afternoon tea with Marian in her lovely home. Most of my Second Life is spent playing trivia in large groups or futzing around with stuff on my own. Occasionally I take pictures of myself, but I get bored with that pretty quickly, probably because I don’t have the patience to sift through the world for poses and clothing I like.
Most of the time I take pictures of nothing in particular.
