The joy of photography for me was never in the finished product, and certainly not the moment of capturing the image on film. The joy was in that painstaking work that it took to bring my vision of what the negative could be, into being on paper.
Shove your “up-selling,” “cross-selling” or whatever else the fuck you call the endless spam. All you do is piss me off and make me want to find an alternative. Not every customer can be up-sold. Some just want a simple product to do a single thing. Leave us the fuck alone.
Things are rather treacherous out there. In my neighborhood, we have new-fallen (unplowed) snow, on top of wet (now frozen) fallen, partly-decayed, slippery leaves that were never swept or cleaned up because nobody seems to deal with those here either.
A horribly embarrassing software disaster happened on Monday. It was caused by a bad certificate, which is a mechanism used to verify and authenticate a software service. As big as it was, I doubt anybody will lose their job over the Microsoft Teams outage even though it had an impact on millions of paying customers….
In January, I packed up and shipped everything I wanted to keep, got in the car with Flash, and drove to Seattle. I arrived on January 19th, checked in to my temporary apartment, and started work on the 21st.