I'm out of photo-ability again and will have to make a trip to B&H
photo hoping they can help as they did in the past. My current memory
card is full and I haven't got another that fits the old Pentax I've
gotten so used to. Fact is I never really learned the camera well so
long as it worked for shoot and download to the computer and so,
recently purchased a wrong memory card on a well meaning sales persons
advice at a local Duane Read (error) and now I am at sea without a sail
in the new-image ocean. All past images are now only on the memory cards
since my limited storage has run out on this system. I can't erase them
yet even as I am fully aware that all things pass,
I remain in stubborn denial.
I remain in stubborn denial.
I'm using a Pentax Optio 550
The last time a camera was stolen on a train back from a Massachusetts visit, Friends Dee Mallon sent me a new camera complete with instructions and R. Nemo Hill gave me his Mom's Cool Pics with instructions as well.
Loathe to dive in to a new learning curve, and needing to get a certain friend to find time for the enabling required on my old laptop. I have options if I can cobble together energy to access them.
Guilty of laziness in my seventy sixth year on earth.
Meanwhile it's that time Again
2 a.m. Sunday November 3rd 2019
FALL BACK
Lines Written in the Days of Growing Darkness
The last time a camera was stolen on a train back from a Massachusetts visit, Friends Dee Mallon sent me a new camera complete with instructions and R. Nemo Hill gave me his Mom's Cool Pics with instructions as well.
Loathe to dive in to a new learning curve, and needing to get a certain friend to find time for the enabling required on my old laptop. I have options if I can cobble together energy to access them.
Guilty of laziness in my seventy sixth year on earth.
Meanwhile it's that time Again
2 a.m. Sunday November 3rd 2019
FALL BACK
Lines Written in the Days of Growing Darkness
by Mary Oliver
Every year we have been
witness to it: how the
world descends
into a rich mash, in order that
it may resume.
And therefore
who would cry out
witness to it: how the
world descends
into a rich mash, in order that
it may resume.
And therefore
who would cry out
to the petals on the ground
to stay,
knowing, as we must,
how the vivacity of what was is married
to stay,
knowing, as we must,
how the vivacity of what was is married
to the vitality of what will be?
I don’t say
it’s easy, but
what else will do
I don’t say
it’s easy, but
what else will do
if the love one claims to have for the world
be true?
So let us go on
be true?
So let us go on
though the sun be swinging east,
and the ponds be cold and black,
and the sweets of the year be doomed.
and the ponds be cold and black,
and the sweets of the year be doomed.
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( photos from Massachusetts and Manhattan)
