A little work seemed to help.

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I have, along with all else, been pushing to move my day into daylight hours, or closer.  With the work that was done yesterday I moved the goal post between two and three hours toward my goal.  Only four to five more hours to go.  And actually I had been sliding backwards on that.

I did more yesterday than accounted.  Some bigger and smaller jobs, three average if averaged.  Not bad, really.  However, today, my forearms are cramping.  It started yesterday afternoon.  I can still do a few things today, just not bigger things.  Hmm, I can find more trash bags though.  Oh, and I found my camera.  So...  I do have stuff go missing, it just isn't stuff for insurance company consideration.  Boxes of trash bags, zip-lock bags, little things like that.  So I'm pretty sure it's small domestic use, or just something a kid finds interesting.  They leave the bigger items, but don't mind borrowing other things.  More annoying, usually, than anything else.  Still, I best not catch them.  And, no, I wouldn't shoot first.  If they tried to run I might well attempt to tackle, which in real terms, might be worse.  Even with solid efforts at not actually harming.  While a thief is a thief, there are... layers, depths, differences.

Ah, I wanted to find my camera, actually, to begin taking pictures, before and after.  Both as a photographic project and as an incentive to do more and keep going.  Will any of it happen?  Don't know.  I do know I have my camera, a decent lens, a secondary lens (which at 35 to 70, with the cropping, is 52.5 to 105 mm (sort of... not quite as direct, and more visual than actual... never mind, just trust me, sort of)).  Well, and that makes the 50 mm prime act more like a 75 mm.  The latter is feet focused, the former has some on camera adjustments.  And the lighting in here is atrocious, which is excellent as a starter lab for low-light work, well and lighting.  Next month or the month after I plan on buying off-camera potential speedlights, with diffusers and a small kit really.  It isn't just the cave I hope to target, but foods as I work on things.  Perhaps a photo journal/recipe card for producing kefir, photos of my favorite little home cooked/made items.  Pictures of the girls being girls.  Even out into my yard, and as it begins to snow.

What makes a photographer good, or possibly great?  It isn't the best body or glass, the snazziest pro classes, or youtube vids... it's take the camera out, learning to adjust for this and that, and snapping until your fingers are sore while pulling from the lot, keeping in mind the shots and how or why this or that proved to tell the story more surely, and how it was able to be captured, then making that repeatable.  After that, there comes even more in-depth technicals, followed by improving storytelling, and back and forth until you die.  If you are ever as good as you can get you might as well quit photography.  It, like all other skills, is always a work in progress.  Or you begin losing your skills.  It's that simple.

Oh, great.  First thing this morning?  Not one but two bloody noses.  I wasn't thinking when I went to gargle after brushing.  You do realize proper gargling requires, at least for me, a closed mouth.  And, you do realize, if you didn't think to gulp air before hand, that closing your mouth with your nose blocked with tp means no blowholes?  Yep.  I held out for 15 seconds, but I must have just exhaled before I started gargling.  No air is no air, no matter how big your lungs air.  *splat*  :p

Later.