Went to scrounge up some work today -- took both a typing test and grammar/spelling/punctuation exam to see if I measure up as a work-from-home court transcriptionist. Yep. That's where working twenty years as a (photo)journalist -- prizewinning, might I add -- has landed me. Not that I'm complaining (much): it's a chance to do time-flexible, steady-paying work from home. And as soon as I know exactly where home is going to be, I imagine I'm going to be feeling a lot less grim about everything. My interior landscape these days looks a lot like 1980s Romania.
So. Until I make it out of Romania, the key is finding the beauty in unexpected places. Like this abandoned parking lot, crumbling asphalt striated with grass. I took quite a few pictures, then looked up to discover a closed-down carnival just down the street. So a rather oddly dislocated morning trying desperately to get work I'd rather not have but am grateful for anyway, and then a happy hour photographing abandoned things. You take what the day brings.
I am disturbed that I for once had my plastic cameras along, and though I thought to get them out for the carnival I did not think of doing so while at this parking lot. Carnival shots are fun, but this parking lot gets much deeper to the heart of what I want, and need, to say with my pictures. But Glen Burnie, where the transcription agency I am attempting to sign on with is, appears a fairly rich landscape for my plastic eye. I shall return.
I barely got last night's photo made, late, amid a great deal of heartache. Same ache today, but I made some good pictures.
You take what the day brings.
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