Mondays are strange phenomena for the working stiff. On the one hand, another week of drudgery begins, 5 more days of toil, another 40 or 50 hours before even a chance of relaxation.
But on the other hand—a hand that is, incidentally, overlooked much of the time—Mondays signify a new beginning, a chance to start again, an opportunity, even.
I tend to view Mondays in the second sense. After all, I spend most of my time alone, and so Mondays provide some socialization; they get me out of the house, and I can feel productive, useful, and (on ideal Mondays) appreciated.
I started today much like every other Monday, but with the addition of some unresolved work stresses that remained unresolved at the end of the day.
I start a short vacation on Thursday, and there will be some resolution before then, and if I can help it, I will not have another day where I leave the job angry and wholly unsatisfied.
Not this week, anyway.
And this feeling bled into my shooting time, and wouldn’t let me go. I tried and succeeded in making a macropano, but the subject, framing, color, etc., was not near up to my standards.
This is image is the best frame from that failed pano, and it too is not up to my standards.
299 days in, 69 days to go.
On second thought, this image almost perfectly captures how I feel about this particular Monday: full of promise and color, and containing a warm glow, but ultimately black at its core and in deep need of a full reset.
So its not a total fail after all. `/~
And given that I’m gainfully employed at all, I’ve highly fortunate, so it’s a win all the way around, almost.
D7000. Nikkor 24mm f/2.8 ai, reversed, ISO100, 1/15th, f/2.8. 3 minutes worth of slider play in Aperture to bring out some of the color.
