Δαφνη Ευτυχια Αρθουρος

Survived a wedding -- it was quite enjoyable, as I'd expected, and I had fun as the photographer and got to play some music during a break from the photography, but after I got home, unloaded the car, logged the film I'd shot, and got things organized for the next part of the weekend ( Thrir Venstri Foetr is playing in Pennsylvania, and I should be in a car about eight hours from now), I slowed down for a moment and suddenly realized how exhausted I am.

Now I get to do my usual post-wedding "Oh my God what if I didn't get any good shots or screwed up the group photos or failed to get a shot of somebody important?" self-torture until I get proofs back from the lab. I think the week between the end of the reception and the trip to the lab to pick up the proofs may actually be the hardest part of shooting a wedding. (Okay, maybe not, but it's certainly the longest part.) As usual, I felt organized going in, confident while shooting, and satisfied immediately afterwards; the self-doubt shows up in the car on the way home. I'll feel a lot better when I've got this film back from the lab.

I took a lot of cameras with me. From an equipment standpoint, things went well: the ones I brought solely as backups weren't needed. The borrowed winder currently strapped to my Super Program did glitch, but not at a time that caused me to lose an important shot, nor in a way that I couldn't work around until it unglitched itself. The two other things that did go wrong wound up not affecting anything. (The clerk at the camera store handed me the wrong battery for my Spotmatic on Friday and I didn't notice until Saturday morning -- but the Spotmatic wound up not being needed; and I forgot to bring a stepladder, but the terrain was such that I didn't need one.)

And I have to remind myself when I start writing an entry like this one that I tend to find more that I wanted to say if I sit down to write "a quick note about my day" when I'm very, very tired. So now I'm going to force myself to leave the rest unsaid and go to bed. G'night.

"What we tried to do in this meeting was reach him on a human level, and we found no humanity there." -- Melina Waldo, a PFLAG member and former constituent of senator Santorum, quoted in The New York Times (I found the quote on PFLAG in the News, by way of a friend's locked entry.)

Even more exhausted than last night. Partly because today was a longer day; partly because I was still tired to start with. (Mostly because it was a longer and hotter and dustier day, I think.) On the whole, this Fairie Fest seems like a rather nice event, but you'll have to excuse me for noticing the glitches...

Other than those gripes, the festival was pretty nifty. Lots and lots of people -- mostly women and girls -- wearing fairy wings and all sorts of colourful -- and sometimes fanciful -- outfits. Potentially high cheese-factor, but in this particular setting, where as far as I know the main point/theme of the festival was, "be playfully fantastic and enjoy the colours and cutesiness without embarrassment", it all just seemed right. Made some interesting ( observations about gender differences in our culture. )

Aaaaaaand I'm losing my focus and rambling, which means that I should've just fallen over on the bed like I told anniemal I was going to do instead of succumbing to the temptation to post "a quick note" about my day before crashing. I'll try to remember to come back here and add relevant URLs sometime later. But for now: Th-th-th-th-that's all, folks! G'night.