No Longer Tired

I can’t sleep.

Earlier this evening, it was all that I could do to stay awake. We took dinner to Kim and Sabino and Diego, and I was drowsy the entire time. When we came home I took a hot bath; I fell asleep while soaking.

Now it’s midnight, the time when I should actually be sleeping, and I’m wide awake.

The Skeptic’s Annotated Bible: While I don’t disagree with most of the annotations, I feel that people who do this sort of thing:

1. Are at least as annoying as those they’re criticizing.
2. Are preaching to the converted.
3. Have too much time on their hands.

There was a time when I would have been all over this, though, because I needed affirmation for my beliefs.

Frodo has failed.

Mac and I are taking a photography class on Thursday nights. Mac has photography training and skill; I have none. He commented last night that I seem to lack confidence at this endeavor. He’s right. I look at his photography, and that of the other people in the class, and I feel like a rank amateur.

I am a rank amateur.

Still, this is an opportunity for me to develop a skill. Though I’m anxious, I’m also excited.

Our first assignment is to take a roll of photographs of trees: the branches, the bark, the buds, the lines and form, etc. We’re to right down stats on every frame we shoot.

When Kris and I drove to Portland this afternoon, I wasn’t paying attention to the road. I was looking out the window at all of the trees. Mostly they’re boring, but there were a couple of times that I lost my lane because I saw something interesting in a tree’s branches.

I managed to take four photographs this afternoon, though they’re not going to turn out well. Four photographs. Out of thirty-six on the roll. Yikes. I’d better shoot some more tomorrow…