I love a good group photo, even if the cropping that one could come in a bit on the right...I’m gonna go fix that.
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Much better.
I spent the better part of last night, into what is technically the morning, editing photos from the 1st, which was a Friday. Much of that editing wasn’t just color correction, but selection and deletion of certain images. Lightroom, the software I use for such things, wasn’t confident enough in its connection to the internet, I guess, so it took all of my deletions merely as suggestions, rather than commands. When I went back to export all those ghosts had returned.
I had to do it all again tonight, and I wasn’t all that into it.
I don’t like working on computers because the work never feels like it’s real. I had that trouble with this very platform, the one where I write this blog, when I started it. Random posts, good ones, back when it took me a really long time and I didn’t know what I was doing, would be deleted, ne’er to be seen again.
I spent the day working on framing today, for my enormous wood shed / outdoor kitchen / shelter / shower. That’s work that tells you when you’re wrong. It doesn’t just disappear, quite the opposite. There are mistakes in this build that will linger for years and years. I have an almost tauntingly perfect view of how uneven the roof is from my kitchen. I am reminded of my imprecision every time I do the dishes.
I’m trying to accept that, and to enjoy the quirk of the thing. I built it having almost no idea what I’m doing. I have notions of how wood behaves, and how it can be strong when a few pieces of it have a relationship to eachother. But there are rules and practices and tricks that people’ve developed over the past couple millenia when it comes to carpentry and I know only a very few of them.
Also Jack’s been out of town and he’s the one who tells me how to do these things. Left to my own devices I make a frankenstein monster that’s basically a gigantic piece of furniture.
In anycase, furniture or not, proper or not, pretty or not, plumb or not, working on framing in 80 degree heat is not like working on a computer. It might be like working on a computer in 160 degree heat, possibly. I don’t intend to find out.
Much better.
I had to do it all again tonight, and I wasn’t all that into it.
I don’t like working on computers because the work never feels like it’s real. I had that trouble with this very platform, the one where I write this blog, when I started it. Random posts, good ones, back when it took me a really long time and I didn’t know what I was doing, would be deleted, ne’er to be seen again.
I spent the day working on framing today, for my enormous wood shed / outdoor kitchen / shelter / shower. That’s work that tells you when you’re wrong. It doesn’t just disappear, quite the opposite. There are mistakes in this build that will linger for years and years. I have an almost tauntingly perfect view of how uneven the roof is from my kitchen. I am reminded of my imprecision every time I do the dishes.
I’m trying to accept that, and to enjoy the quirk of the thing. I built it having almost no idea what I’m doing. I have notions of how wood behaves, and how it can be strong when a few pieces of it have a relationship to eachother. But there are rules and practices and tricks that people’ve developed over the past couple millenia when it comes to carpentry and I know only a very few of them.
Also Jack’s been out of town and he’s the one who tells me how to do these things. Left to my own devices I make a frankenstein monster that’s basically a gigantic piece of furniture.
In anycase, furniture or not, proper or not, pretty or not, plumb or not, working on framing in 80 degree heat is not like working on a computer. It might be like working on a computer in 160 degree heat, possibly. I don’t intend to find out.