meandering

2025-01-20

The last couple of weeks gave me a few opportunities to take photos with »an actual camera«¹ it reminded me: i loathe editing colour photos. Checking the white balance of indoor photos, that were lit with three different temperatures … an Uncle of mine who i had to call to thank him for providing a gift for the Kid afterwards sent me a link to the online dumping ground of the photos he took at the family gatherings during the 2024 holidays, and he obviously doesn't think about composition or lighting, he clearly only interrupted people in whatever they did, set the flash to auto and produced 1000+ images. And somehow, i admire that.
My approach is to put me and my gear in the background, »shoot from the hip«, be as inconspicuous as possible. I'm just here to document whatever flotsam the current takes my way.
Anyway; amongst the 100 photos i took, there was one that looked good in colour, and i was glad that i managed to get one that satisfied my standards enough. When i took the colour out, they were still sub par to technical standards, yet, i didn't worry about that as much, as i do with colour. None of the photos are worthy of an audience, they don't tell stories, or are examples of the status of a place or human nature as whole at the time they were taken; they are prompts, my brain can use, to replay the memory of the moment … pages of a colouring book.
What a long and winding way to say: i took lots of photos, 99.8% are still shit, and i prefer black & white photography.

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The Kid continued on constructing things out of building blocks, and with every new creation, i'm more in awe of his ability to work like a sculptor--seeing the shape of a thing the block of material before starting the work. In conversation with other parents i learned, that almost every kid seemingly works that way. And it seems they compromise easier than i'm used to, to finish the build. I remember my brother and me abandoning a lot of ideas because it wouldn't look good--note: tell a therapist about that.
The sleeping chamber of the King was amazing, due to it looking like an elaborate guillotine; where the blade cuts a person in half instead of taking the head off. And he built a couple of droids the King has as his elite staff, and he didn't confirm or deny this: when look at straight ahead from the front or the side they look like ornaments from Southern American, Egyptian, or early humans artwork. I imagine them being housed in murals around the castle.

Here's the kings sleeping chamber; you have to imagine a bearskin rug under the bed, and the small darts on the foot-end are tiger paws--of course all fake because the Kid loves animals, but understands the importance of such things to put on display the power the King commands.

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Been to the Internal Specialist; he took a good look at my veins for any deposits in my carotid artery as well as the blood flow to and from the brain. The latter ones are non existent.
Now that you stopped laughing about that brilliant joke: everything seems fine. For a person my age, fitness status and hypercholesterol defect, there is no blockage, except for one part, where the wall of the artery is one millimetre smaller for a couple of millimetres. Got a new medication to try out, and if that doesn't work out, i will most likely get one, that i need to inject every two to four weeks--doctor thinks it'll be two weeks, given that my cholesterol levels are »high enough to fill a bathtub«.
The Doctor thinks i lost consciousness only due to panicking over the pain i experienced minutes beforehand, and now it's time to find out the reason for it.
It was reassuring that i got told that there will be tests and uneasiness, and it will be stretched out over a period of time, to build the room for relaxation.

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