What would be the ideal lightbox (I wonder)?
That seemed odd; who would have put an egg out on the back lawn? My bad. After closer inspection (me with a monocular and she with an eyeball up close), we now realize that big, white mushrooms can seem rather uvular. No, I won’t be collecting and tasting any fungal manifestations. Been reading about that. It requires training, good colour vision, second opinions and a willingness to die for something with little nutritional value. I’m good with the product offered in my local supermarket, thank you.
Actually, about the only thing that I would willingly gather and sample would be familiar berries. Strawberries, for example. Or raspberries. Maybe a blueberry, if I don’t get shot. No need for me to get excited about fresh fruits. In passing, are the peaches (available in those convenient plastic crates) near here? I’m unable to remember what the market dates were. Guess it will be cheese and grapes for my evening collation. Again.
We received another big box of coffee in the mail this afternoon. Emergency avoided for another few weeks (unless the machine gets broken). Even then, I have some sort of pour-over rig in a box. Guess you can tell that I’m not going to keep Starbucks solvent.
I received a nifty negative holder in the mail, as well. All the way from England. I’m back to reading lightbox reviews, so that I can eventually put together a copying apparatus for my decades of B&W production. No, the world doesn’t need to see “how I viewed my territory at the age of eighteen”, but I’d like to review things.
