up's a daisy

Well Nana. I know you don't use an internet. And i know you won't see this. But if you did, you'd know. I'm still here. I just, well. I take the pictures. And then i pick the ones i like to look at and i stick them in a folder, i call it my "prep" folder. And sometimes, I don't get back to the prep folder for a minute, you know, where the pictures get resized so they'll fit on your screen without being 20 megs each. I fucking Jam the Curves, so they don't have to look like some german tourist photos that were shot on AUTO in a camera that still has the stickers on the front proclaiming how many times the zoom is capable of zooming. But the thing is, I get tired, (because i'm old now) and i go to bed. And when i get up, sometimes that just happens again. And again. And before you know it, there is the daunting task of adjusting all of those photos, which, as a photographer, it is my responsibility to do. It's not something i can not do. It's something i MUST do. And so from time to time, it becomes a few days, and then it becomes a week, and then there's a hundred pictures to deal with. And then there's 200. And before you know it there's 300. But i say this. (and i stand behind my statement) In the world before digital, you'd never ever ever see them. (the pictures) because, as the box in my closet is proof, there are pictures which i shot as far back as 1996, which have never even been developed. They've never been dealt with. And when i do? Oh imagine the jam on the curves it will take to get them to look even close to what i meant?
But i'm here. There's no need to worry. Really. I'm very powerfully built. I'm resilient.
xo
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