Dust

I've been neglectful. I'm sorry. It's not that I didn't have anything to say. Just that I had nothing to write. Yes, there's a difference in my world.

I could fill you in. But I don't think I will. I'll jsut say that there will be photos up soon from a recent sojurn to Vic for the purpose of dragon boating and attending 'Rin's stagette. Keep in mind that I have to scan these photos as they were taken on film (i have no one to babysit my digital Canon when i'm racing so, much to my chagrin, it stays home on these trips, sigh, what i would have given for my 450mm equiv lens on the weekend....) so "soon" may or may not be "soon" in your timeframe.

Dust. Why is there so much dust in my house? I don't mean a bit of dust, i mean layers of dust. It's most trying. I have yet to get a clean set of negs out of my darkroom. DUST! Always dust imbedded in them. It dries into them, I swear. I'm going to have to build a drying cupboard I think. And no wonder I'm always coughing. I've been asked if I smoke; I don't! I don't smoke anything, in fact, I've never smoked anything in my life! ever. Not even once. Why would you do that to your lungs? I don't know. Insted I live in a dusty house. I suspect it must be the house as I don't cough nearly as much when I'm not living here. And invariably the first night home after an extended absense I wake up in the morning unable to breathe. Stupid DUST!