The End of All Things … Or, I

I … am a man possessed. Is there a 12-step program for [tag]photography[/tag] and tinkering in [tag]Photoshop[/tag]? Scratch that; if there is, I don’t care/don’t want or wish to know, as I have no desire to be cured.This weekend, all I did was take pictures. Well, that’s not all, per se, but the bulk of the time was either spent A) out taking photographs or B) editing them in Photoshop. I took more than 300 photos in all, and it would have been more, had I not suffered the bane of modern, digital photography Saturday afternoon when the battery in my camera died. Alack alas, I had no spare. I stood in the middle of [tag]Spring Grove[/tag] [tag]Cemetery[/tag] and blasphemed against the gods of lithium ion.

But, in the calmness of hindsight, I recognize that the fault lies with no one but myself for A) not charging the battery before I left, and B) not having a spare (which is now on order from Amazon). C’est la vie, as they say on the Continent. The European one, not the one I’m on, at the moment.

Anyway, all I did this evening was edit photos in Photoshop, and I’m nowhere near done – and that’s all I did last night, too. The thing is, I enjoyed every minute of it. Why did I ever get away from photography? Journalism? pppft! Whatever. And here it is 1:26 a.m EDT, and I should be in bed reading (I should be sleeping, but I’m trying to be somewhat realistic here), and I’m posting to my blog. Because for all three of you that read this, you must see this (a few of the best below). This first and last photograph posted here – I’m not sure I can describe how happy these make me feel. Sure, amateur photographer shooting pix in an old graveyard is totally cliché; nevertheless, I defy anyone to say that these do not kick ass. And if you do, I will find you and kill you – or force you to sit through a comprehensive slideshow of my photography, whichever will cause you the the most displeasure.

You can see the entire set here.

Ta for now …

The End of All Things

Mourning Always Comes ...

Keeping Vigil