A Hunger For Beauty

It is a beautiful day fall today. The sun is out, the trees are turning, the wind is buoyant and warm. On the way to the photocopy shop, I had this urge to devote the rest of the daylight hours to photography. I had a hunger for beauty in all its forms. And it came to me that this urge to create, to find, or to identify beauty, this need to envision beauty within the confines of my world, is a drive that originates with my youth. This hunger arose as an antidote to the beatings and ostracism I suffered at the hands of my peer group. The beatings ended long ago but the hunger for beauty has remained consistent for the last 50 years.
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Futzing Around

After the accident, I had problems working with Photoshop. I remembered few of my prior image processing skills. When I tried to follow an established processing routine, I became lost and frustrated. Writing extensive notes to myself was cumbersome and time consuming, and introduced a new source of frustration in the form of transcription errors.
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