day forty-seven
17th July 2010
eight-thirty pm.
Dreamt that I woke up in the house of someone I knew from dream-flickr. It was odd but I wasn't scared. Their room was dark blue and there was something about boats.
In the afternoon Kim and I went into town with a friend. It was her birthday a week ago, so we went bowling and I lost spectacularly. Came home and thought about my fifty-two, and went out to take photographs. Got interrupted by a group of dog-walkers, despite being on a back path that no one ever uses, and got asked the usual questions. What are you supposed to say when they ask what you're taking pictures of? (I told them light.)
At home, none of the photographs were quite right. It's ten-to midnight, and I'm going out to try again.
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