Child, to say the very thing you really mean, the whole of it, nothing more or less or other than what you really mean; that's the whole art and joy of words.
C.S.Lewis, from Till We Have Faces
Yesterday ended in a frenzy of activity around midnight ... after a long 2 days of processing a few hundred photographs.
A few weeks ago I had fallen while carrying my laptop. I was lucky and only the cd player was broken but it has taken until now to replace it with an external setup.
Last night was 'the burning' of images - onto cd and dvds.
In the end, there are only 600+ images - flying off to various friends in Madrid and Brussels, and sitting here on my desk for Antwerp too.
But yesterday wasn't all about photographs. I did stop periodically. I listened to this tv interview with Carl Jung. And, at some point, I had a craving to search for an old old favourite of mine ... Harry Chapin.
I have Mr Tanner playing as I write this, reminding me of those long-ago days, back in Christchurch, when Trevor first introduced me to Harry.
In days past, I emerged from a beautiful book by Yasmin Crowther - The Saffron Kitchen. Absolutely recommended. Also, from the same secondhand bookshop, I have just started A Round-Heeled Woman, by Jane Juska. It makes me smile. Who can resist a back cover that states, “Before I turn 67 – next March – I would like to have a lot of sex with a man I like. If you want to talk first, Trollope works for me.”
I'm loving the way it turns the notion of aging on its head.
We mustn't. We must live until we die. Mustn't we.
Expecting 32 celsius today ... before the thunderstorms come, around 21.00, and if the Buienradar is to be believed, they look impressive.
Now ... back to the to-do list with Harry.