I finally deleted enough images from my camera for its software program to recognize it. When I accumulate over, say, a trillion images, the software refuses to acknowledge the camera’s existence (error message to this effect). Then I can’t upload anything, and somehow blogging is less fun without images.
This forces me to deal with the images, one by one, making tough decisions (I hang onto old images). And until I find the time, patience, and decisiveness required for mass deletion, I tend to refuse to acknowledge the software’s existence–it’s dead to me. Vicious circle.
Happily, everything is back on track again. I still feel put out upon by the software’s strange agency in this matter, and after seeing a friend upload his images directly to iPhoto (bypassing camera software!), I’ve begun wondering whether I might be happier doing the same. . .
But all this is off-topic, as this is supposed to be about studio work.
I know that round cuts of branch can be a little cliché, but I really like the disparate quality of the (as-yet-unfinished) piece with them above–the wood is from Paul’s homeland, and I found the steel wire on the Ballard bridge.