I’ve been somewhat sick most of the time since I last wrote. (“Somewhat?” you say? Feh.) All I will say is, little kids need more time in the autoclave to get them clean so they don’t spread little intestinal bugs to adults. I’m at least mostly better now.
But worse than mere physical infirmity was being confronted by the beauty of 23 peony blooms in various state of blooming in my backyard, only to find the digital camera has managed to reach a particularly dysfunctional state. The camera turns on, but the display doesn’t show what the camera is pointing at, though it does have all the menu items lining the edges as usual. The shutter button often doesn’t do anything, but if I manage to get the shutter to work — well, maybe the shutter doesn’t work, but it sounds like it does — the resulting “image” is all black and, well, basically nothing. Tiny file size, histogram at zero. A photo full of emptiness.
This revoltin’ development occurred sometime after May 11, which is when I took what’s probably the last photo ever from this camera, which was of my lilac bush in the back yard. So it’s either back to film for me, or it’s time to buy a new camera. I’ve been considering getting a dSLR for a while. It’s just not the only thing I could logically spend $700 or more on. It may not even be the best thing, in fact. Being an adult is sometimes not much fun. Anyway, if anyone is wondering why my LJ is so blah or my Flickr seems stagnant, now you know. Sigh.