Sunday was a big photo day. I ended up selling 1603 photos of the nearly 2000 I took in 4 hours. (8 photos a minute, to save you the math.) My year to date on Saturday was just over 1000 photos. It isn't how many that's important, it's how good they are. What I've heard about them so far is good.
Taking the photos is the easy part. I was given a shot list by the event director, and that's what I did. Even if one person handing out medals was trying her best to get her hands or hat into every photo. A few people commented that I looked a bit overdressed, except this wasn't my first rodeo. They're moving and I'm standing there waiting. It's easy to get chilled and the light drizzle didn't help. The racers didn't seem to mind, but nobody hung around very long after the race.
The hard part was babysitting an old computer into digesting that many photos at once. It takes time to churn through, and then upload to a place where people can see them. Actually the upload to Google Photos was fast, but Google Drive was really slow and fussy. No idea why.
My eyes are tired today. It's a lot of work watching for racers and trying to capture them when they arrive in a clump.
The polls are just closing in Atlantic Canada as I write this, but I'm going to try to ignore politics for this blog post. Even though our elections are short compared to the American, it's been going on a long time and I'm sick of it.
One of the downsides of our electronic life is periodically dealing with the stuff nobody likes to think about. All that data that gets accumulated, and what for? I was looking at some of the folders I'd created, and I figured if I had to actually look at the photos to understand what it was, it was safe to delete it. I was going through and trimming down my Google storage box. It's gradually crept up, larger and larger, and it's starting to bug me about buying more storage. For many people this is a default choice. It's easier to pay that small monthly fee than to dive in and do the work to trim the bloat. Then again, they make it harder to trim the bloat than it needs to be.
A bit of colour from the garden the other day.
Of the Day
Driftwood (NZ)
Film
Linda
Newfoundland
Polar bears
A fuzzy butt for one particular reader.
Why ever didn't I publish this, and maybe I did
90 days, or so ago
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