Every day now seems wasted, the difficulty is to do anything in a home situation that causes disgust at every turn. Breakfast is a good meal to make, for the others in this huge house are all asleep. It can be made, consumed, and cleared away before there is any disturbance. A shower can be taken, but then it is time to recede, to back away from the situation. The angry glances, the mess, and the silence. It is all just ugly, and who wants to exist in perceived ugliness?
It is evening, and the day started with the editing of the pictures taken at the artist who is an art teacher's studio. There are eight pictures of a wooden relief. The attempt is to show the relief the way the artist himself sees it. He is a tall man, the relief is about a meter high. It is necessary to look down upon it from above, and yet not to let diverging verticals distort it. There are simple camera movements which make this possible.
The colours of the wood are difficult to reproduce exactly. Sometimes they are too green, sometimes too magenta.
When the work is done, save the pictures. Send a small copy to the artist, perhaps he will find the time to look at them.
Walk about town, have a cup of coffee and a roll in a small bakers shop. It is too hot to go walking any long distances.It really seems very hot today, the air is standing almost still.
At home, the son starts to work on this computer, the attempt is to make a server that will take over the printing queues and relieve this machine from the tiresome input and output failures that always make printing difficult and wasteful.
Maybe the day was not wasted so badly after all.
It is now quarter to eight in the evening.
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