Those Look Lyke Cumftubble Shoes
Granted, I didn’t know where I was going yesterday afternoon. Originally, the meeting was scheduled for the Winston Link Museum, but nobody there knew anything about it. A phone call found out that the writers’ meeting had been rescheduled for the art museum three quarters of a mile away, in the center of downtown Roanoke. As problematic as parking would be, I’d walk, thank you.
But no, actually it was not at the art museum but around the corner another few blocks at the Center on Church. And so I paid the penalty of being a half hour late, and only after the meeting was over, as I began to walk the mile and a half back to the car, did I realize I also had paid the penalty that a country boy pays when he walks fast on city streets and sidewalks in his prissy dress shoes–fine for standing about but not so good on pavement.
My shins were so sore after the meeting that I had to walk on my heels all the way back to the car. And yes, they are even more sore this morning. Call me R2D2.
On my way home from Roanoke, I stopped by to see an elderly gentleman I had learned about from a local minister at a party. The man’s wife of almost 70 years and died recently, and the minister, knowing that I was interested in local stories, described this gentleman is being a master storyteller and in some considerable need of company just now. My intention was just to stop by and introduce myself to him, bedridden and living with relatives at the foot of the mountain.
Instead, I spent almost an hour there–only maybe 15 minutes of that with my recorder on, with his permission of course. I haven’t reviewed it yet. I’d like to think I would go back and hear much more of what he has to tell about life in Floyd County in the 30s and 40s. I at least need to get what I have onto the hard drive today and then send it on a CD to his family, who have never been able to get this man’s life to paper or other permanent recording. Pity, the loss when these old treasures are gone.
By the time I got home it was already dark. My camera and lens had come (I was almost too exhausted to care) but only be after the sun comes up this morning will I be able to do anything to test the combo, now that the batteries are charged and everything is ready to go. The D200 sure feels good in the hand!
I have waded into an online users guide for the camera that is quite excellent, making recommendations about some of the custom settings and explaining some of the more arcane aspects of this extensively–tweakable camera.
It is a little unsettling to be near the bottom of the learning curve again, after the D70 had become so familiar. But it’s a little exciting, too. And I’m up to my hip waders in taking notes, so apologies for this blah blah post. Maybe I can get an image up later today–from the new camera-lens combo, of course!