A word might be in order. You might have noticed my silence (relative) during this the height of cemetery season, as it were. Oh why, oh why, you might ask? (Always the chance you might not.) I do have a large collection of photos yet to upload to Flickr from my spring run, but I’ve been tardy in that, as well.
If there’s a cause, it’s depression over my photo collection. In the process of changing computers, my new one ate my old photos for lunch and spit them back unarranged. Twelve-thousand photos, oops! There’s a chance the old order is recoverable, but I’ve been too depressed about the entire situation to do anything about it. It means spending another chunk of nonexistent money.
On a lighter note, a friend forwarded a set of humorous gave marker photos the other day, some of which were quite amazing; I particularly liked the guy riding the motorcycle, full-size out of marble, but the beer spigots weren’t bad, either. One of the shots, that of the scrabble board in Lone Fir, looked exactly like my shot of the same, but it wasn’t. On the other hand, my shot of golf clubs in a wooden golf bag was in there. I know it was my shot because my car is in the background. I did think, though, that they should have scoured my collection more closely, because I’ve got a lot more amazing shots than much of what they showed.
OK then, time to upload Keno, Oregon.
Friday, September 11, 2009