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no i did not go to the cemetery after all. by the time i left work and walked to where i had left my car, i knew by the time i drove east, it would be near dark and i would have missed the pink and gold. so i went home and felt a little cranky. eating the ‘ween candy did not help i’m sure. i walked in the neighborhood for a while and felt sad, because halloween festivities have changed so much in just a couple of years. the largest percentage of houses were dark and uninviting. not as many little beggars to our house, so we gave away as much candy as possible because the leftovers are so dangerous. perhaps one day i will really learn to only buy candy i HATE, and not those little snickers and kisses and peanutbutter cups, etc.
this Canon seems to do poorly at night shots. i tried to use one of the night settings, but recoiled when the flash blasted out. ugh. flash. ick! luckily i like blurry stuff. i have not fallen in love with her and i feel awful because i didn’t even name her. i think we may not be joined for too long. she does some very nice things, but we have just not clicked in an intimate and chemical way.
the grindstone continues this week. my poet’s illness lingers. i feel a little desolate.