The Daily (W)Rite November WK 3

The Daily (W)Rite wk o3

Sunday, 3:o2 AM

As is usual for David and I, we went to 2nd Friday Art Walk in Norman, Oklahoma. Wasn't sure we would make it because of how cold it was. Being old seems to not mix well with freezing weather. As a matter of geriatric fact, the hot Oklahoma summer ain't our best friend either. Anyway, we were able to spend a few hours on Main St. looking at the art. I took a few pics of some paintings and what not in the main gallery. I got a pretty neat one of David and an unusual art piece on display. I posted it on the Book of Face and here, of course.

When we walked in the first person we ran into was this woman who I had an obsession with back in the day. She came up to David and started talking, saying something like, "Why do we keep bumping into each other? It makes Woodie very uncomfortable." I rolled my eyes and told David I was going "over there." I don't know why I can't forget shit that happened a long time ago. I just have always carried  grudges for longer than is necessary. I mean, I don't have feelings for this woman anymore . . . I think. I guess I just don't like her. I know. Not very good for my karma to just not like somebody. I am working on that fault in my "character." {SMILE}

I love taking pictures at night. It's challenging to get shots without using a flash. But I think I figured out how to do it. First you gotta get the settings on the camera just right, the shutter and ISO speeds. Then you have to make sure that when you're shooting outside on the dark streets that you wait for the subject to come into the pools of light created by the street lamps and/or the light spilling out of the shop window. This one, on the left, is one of the best shots I got on Friday night. There's another one I shot that uses the darkness even more that this one, and that is the tricky part. It's not just lighting that you have to be aware of. You need to use the darkness too, 

to create some ambiance. Hee! Yeah, I like that word, "ambiance." It is, however, somewhat too fancy for me to be using. This one (again, on the left) IS my favorite shot of the night. It was a real lucky shot. I did do some editing to it, but that's also a part of the fun, working with an editing program to fix the little problems that develop when shooting in lowlight. After a half hour of walking around on Main St., my hands started to ache from the cold. I could tell by David's breathing that he too was ready to call it a night. So, we did.

12:30 PM

The first snow of the season arrived early this morning. No fanfare, no blast of artic air to signal its arrival just a thin coat of white greeting me when I finally woke up and raised the blinds. It was a surprise. A pleasant surprise. I may have actually smiled when I saw it. Not that I love snow or the cold weather that accompanies it. I don't like the cold at all. It was just-- I woke up in such a sad state of depression . . .and then to open the blinds and having that little bit of white staring at me
. . . for a moment, a very brief  moment. . . I felt . . . happy? Well, let's not get carried away. I wouldn't know "happy" even if it came up and bite me on the nose! Let's just say I didn't feel quite as depressed as I normally am when I first get up, when I crawl out of sleep and into this uncomfortable reality. I may have smiled a bit but nothing more.

The snow is still falling. Again, not raging in any way, just falling, drifting, swirling gently to the ground, and onto the slanted roof that covers the front porch of my apartment building. Those snowflakes that are unfortunate enough to land in street are instantly disintegrated, reincarnated into water, into a mishmash of rain puddles. I feel sorry for them, I truly do. Very little time on this Earth did they have before they changed into something lesser than a snowflake. Don't get me wrong. I love rain. Many of my favorite days are rainy days. But let's face the harsh truth. There's something regal, refined, elegant about snow. Whereas rain? More working class, rain is. Yes, rain is sturdier, more utilitarian, more earthly than heavenly. Rain is something you make love in . . . snow you snuggle up with (and perhaps gently kiss) the one you love as you both watch it fall majestically to the ground. Yes, rain is useful, and snow is pretty to look at. I play my blues albums when it rains. But when it snows . . . a Christmas carol seems more appropriate.

Wednesday, November 19, 2o14

In October I went to Walgreens Pharmacy and received my annual flu shot. Early November had my first appointment with my new primary doctor, Shelby Lucas, MHS, PA-C, for an old person checkup and she talked me into getting a pneumonia shot, and a week later I came down with this horrible head cold! :aid me out really hard. Been in bed for the last two days! I am finally getting over it, but it surely hammered away at my sinuses, and I was coughing all night. When I was able to sleep for twenty minutes or so I would continue to cough in my dreams! It was a mess. I've always taken wellness for granted . . . until I catch something, or break an arm, or just feel lethargic . . . walking around like one of those three-toed sloths.

I'm looking for something to inspire me to write. Yes, lately I've been NOT creative. I found this book "on-the-line" that piqued my interest, About Time: Cosmology and Culture at the Twilight of the Big Bang by Adam Frank. I mentioned to David that I was interested in finding About Time . . . and one week later he hands me a copy of it. He got "on-the-line" and bought it for me. He does that a lot. Anyway, I just started reading it today, and already it's inspiring me. Time! Lots of poetry to be written about time.