Or Bonne Bay.
Ideas has just come on the Internet in my newly re-edited CBC world. I listen to As It Happens out of Thunder Bay then – leaping time zones - switch over to St. John’s for Ideas so that don’t have to listen to the dreaded Shelagh Rogers. I listen to Paul two and half hours earlier than we should in the central time zone.
Here I have am trying to figure out how to dole out the rest of the evening. I was in the darkroom in the afternoon – converting this to wireless time, during All Things Considered – listened to the World at Six at five when I really wanted to live in the future - at four - while I printing the three postcards of the week. The stopping was by default as the developer became cold – the darkroom is a constant 12c – and lost potency.
Coming up I was at a loss as the evening was well under way and I couldn’t focus. Things here don’t seem as organic. In Pouch, in winter, where again I would base my life around Radio One, 180 minutes later than here, the evening would flow together. I would make dinner, read the Globe if I hadn’t while having my pints at the Duke, written my letters, and still read a bit before falling asleep. Even though the evening would start later more would be accomplished.
While the equation isn’t quite the same as I don’t have a darkroom in Pouch, I did in Woody Point and still managed to produce much more there than here and still have time to stare gob smacked out over the water and all of Woody Point or Pouch off to the right.
Here I have to choose, I am behind in my class preparation, as I wanted to read the Kafka on the Beach, I read on the train which is also the time that I use to catch up. I owe letters to quite a few people – something that I used to have under control – I can do that or print or prepare.
The 10x8 negs from the summer has joined the other negs in the backlog pile – something I was hoping to do over break in the basement of Martin and Gabrielle’s as part of the evenings’ work.
Even while in Baltimore, I made work and actually went out exploring during the day. Here even that is an option with consequences. While east I made sixty odd 10x8 negs, went through the rest of my 120 colour, almost all of my 120 black and white about 50 rolls and filled a DVD with digital snaps. This was in between doing other things to help out my mother. It was Newfoundland light. Work in the morning, outing in the afternoon, and making books in the evening – Access Hollywood replacing Paul Kennedy holding off on Ideas until it was broadcast in Victoria just after midnight.
Since I have been back, I would qualify for tenure tracked part-timers at the ‘tute in my production as maybe two rolls have passed through the camera.
I cannot figure out why. The days are no longer there. Things are not any closer there, and distance was even more of a factor in Woody Point. I do find it hard to focus, but there doesn’t seem to be more distractions. In fact there are less. There is no Duke, no Seabreeze, no Auntie Crae’s, no Granite Coffee. I am resigned to trying to clear out the piddly bits that have been left undone so as to better focus to-morrow.
I hope.
