I’ve been somewhat distracted by life lately, and yet not in a manner one could bitch about in any interesting way. Mornings have been foggy and beautiful. Luckily there were no law enforcement officers around because I was driving and taking pictures on my way to work again this morning. On the bad for your concentration while driving scale, photography falls somewhere between telecommunications activity and what I once saw happening in the Dodge Charger in front of me on a road out in some Wyoming wasteland once a long time ago.
With certain exceptions that may even be more conceptual than real, to the extent that real concepts are less real than, say, fog, or hibernating tortoises (I sometimes wonder whether Schr