Random notes on the above:
The object: A picture fished by a random search for inspiration from an archive containing thousands of unlabeled files.
The date: The 8th of April, 2010.
The location: Ullapool, Scotland.
The creator: A sister who revels in the embarrassment frequently generated by stolen shots.
The bare feet: An excessively bad idea given . . .
The bare rocks: A common feature on Scottish shores that goes well with . . .
The slate-colored waves: Of the waters of Loch Broom whose winds made . . .
The hair: Even more unmanageable than usual.
The scarf: Pretty yet almost ineffective.
The cardigan: Effective yet unbearably scratchy.
The jeans: Too loose now and therefore almost never worn.
Other thoughts (borne of association/recollection/stream-of-consciousness): I should really get around to labeling the pictures from this trip. That’s a long way away since I’ve got thousands of other pictures to label from previous trips. I haven’t made a major trip this year. It’s just as well since I don’t want to generate four thousand more photographs to add to my already interminable list of things to label. This pathological obsessive-compulsiveness is really interfering with my ability to just enjoy (travel = work; more travel = more work). But it also really helps with writing—especially on days when there’s absolutely nothing going on in my head—because there’s a wealth of information on which to draw, to wit: What was this? When was this? Where was this? Who is that blob on the right? Dear God, is that blob me??? How did I get so fat? And why am I wearing that shirt?
Some other thoughts (borne of nostalgia/wistfulness/an always premature sense of being old): I liked Scotland. I liked Ullapool. I especially liked the mushy peas they served with the fish and chips at The Chippy where my sister and I had dinner (yes dinner) right before she took that shot by the shore. But why does it feel as if it all happened so long ago when it’s just been a little over a year?