In a slump.

[mjflory]

Rob, it sounds like an excellent project, and a good way to remember the restaurant. And one photograph a day -- I admire your discipline. I'm very irregular that way: days, weeks without shooting, then I go through roll after roll, most of it repetitive and forgettable.

By the way, I found the original "Instructions to the Cook" on line. It's here
(with very thorough notes) and here, too, in two translations (one of which is the other site's without the notes). I found yet a third translation (which I liked even better) on my bookshelf, in Kazuaki Tanahashi's collection of Dogen's writings, Moon in a Dewdrop.

Remember to set your flash-synch to "M" with the flashbulbs (if you're using a camera with "M" and "X" settings).

 

[Pherdinand]

rob:
for a good book, read the slightly out of focus by our friend robert capa.
I cannot recomment it enough times 😀

Or try the only "series" that i reallyliked even as separatesci-fi books, the Foundation/EMpire stuff from Asimov. If ou have not read it.🙂

Or just go lie down a bit in a field of daffodils and don't try to do anything "important" for an hour or so. 😉
(daffodils' original name comes from the greek narkyssos referring probably to its narcotic effects. But, it's not addictive and it's completely legal😉 unless you break too many of them, being a protected plant. I did not break any.)

 

[rbiemer]

OK, after about 11PM tonight, I will be a bum--the last day of the restaurant is today and I've not got another job yet. Interviews next week and I am in no hurry to start so I'm hoping to get several weeks off. Unless I get a seriously good offer, I don't plan on working until after Memorial Day.
I'll try not to be too much of an idiot around here😀
My photo project at work is sort of going OK: the shots of the place should be alright but the shots of the people have been problematic as no one wanted to let em take their picture:bang: Still, I'm not too tweaked about that.
Soon to have way too much time on my hands,
Rob

 

[Edward Felcher]

On the other hand, you could just take the gaspipe or pull a Brodie and be done with it.

Sometimes, a profound depression is an morbid consciousness of true reality.