Insomnia kicked in at 1:45 this morning. Woke while dreaming of taking pictures from the Clifton bridge of the moon in the river moss. Haven't seen that bridge at night since the year of nights I wandered streets with Jim and Darren. They were fourteen too. We three still wander.
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In the dream, I'd graduated to a digital. Ought to graduate to something but don't know what so keep clicking away with my fifty dollar point-and-shoot and picking up film from the drugstore. Which is an okay way right now. Don't know what I'm doing. Just like doing it.
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Don't know how to do this, for example. Wire?
All local amateur photographers are invited to enter the 2006 Sandburg Days Photography Contest. A $50 gift certificate from Midwest Photo Service will be awarded for Best of Show. A $25 gift certificate will be awarded for first place in three categories - Landscape and Nature; People and/or Pets; and Architecture (Buildings and Houses). Winners will be announced at the reception. All photos (8 x 10 maximum print size) must have been created within the last three years; they may be matted but do not need to be framed. A limit of three photographs per person. There is no fee to enter.
All submissions must have a secure wire on the back so they are ready to hang on the display board. Professional photographers, artists and educators are invited to enter, but will not be eligible for prizes. Entries can be submitted (with name, postal address and phone on the back) to the Galesburg Public Library, 40 E. Simmons St. Deadline for submissions is Tuesday, May 9, at 8 PM. Conventional and digital prints are acceptable. A selection of photographs entered will be on display at the Galesburg Public Library until May 19.
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And this from Rebecca Loudon feels very good. Stones would feel much better.
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And Longinus:
But evil are the swellings, both in the body and in diction, which are inflated and unreal, and threaten us with the reverse of our aim; for nothing, say they, is drier than a man who has the dropsy. While tumidity desires to transcend the limits of the sublime, the defect which is termed puerility is the direct antithesis of elevation, for it is utterly low and mean and in real truth the most ignoble vice of style. What, then, is this puerility? Clearly, a pedant's thoughts, which begin in learned trifling and end in frigidity. Men slip into this kind of error because, while they aim at the uncommon and elaborate and most of all at the attractive, they drift unawares into the tawdry and affected. (emphasis mine, chapter III)
Hilarious.
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