If I were someone else, this is sort of what I'd look like prior to the ketamine treatment. Armored and interiorized. It's a good portrait, isn't it, for the plague times?
Pumpkin Spice ketamine: genius?
We have liftoff. I'll be Bach. Possibly Mark Rothko as well, from appearances. Or Vivienne Westwood.
I mentioned some weeks ago that a friend was donating a 35mm Nikon FE to my camera stash, which has happened (along with a flash and another flash). I'd found an inexpensive lens for it locally, but the shop sold it from under me. I found a similarly inexpensive one in its land of origin, and that one should arrive tomorrow.
I mention it now because my Pentax film camera is in my backpack and I'm debating the taking of a picture with it.
Debate resolved.
Ketamine has some pain-relieving properties, which means I generally leave less creaky than I arrive.
Offers some cropping flexibility, I guess.
Current soundtrack courtesy of Cat Power, the “Covers” album, soon to be supplanted by the ketamine playlist, itself giving way to “Book of Days” from The Psychedelic Furs.
That, comrades, is all I got.