Inspired

There's something really grating about persistent heat. I feel more on edge and more tense, if not from current discomfort then from dread of the discomfort that's coming. I think of that famous Raymond Chandler line about the Santa Ana winds, making "meek little wives feel the edge of the carving knife and study their husbands' necks." I'm not studying my husband's neck, but I am feeling that tension.

Yesterday, it turns out, was our day of relief -- the temperatures only got to about 90º F, or 32º C. Today it's going to get up to 94º F (34º C) and although the temps start to drop after that, they drop slowly. Saturday's high will be 87º F (31º C).

I don't know why I find this so difficult. I lived in Morocco for two years with no air conditioning, and it gets a lot hotter there than here. But I was younger then, and less cranky.

I spent yesterday morning at home. I got in another good walk in the morning, followed by reading. Oh, and I finished posting all my rescued slides! (At least, all the ones I thought worth posting -- a fraction of the whole.) So I'm finally finished sorting, scanning, editing, uploading and tagging -- and the results are on Flickr in album 1, album 2 and album 3. There are a total of 573 pictures.

I will acquire more slides at some point, but I may take a little break now.

After lunch I went down to the Photographer's Gallery in Soho to see an exhibit of Japanese women photographers. I went mainly to enjoy the air conditioned space, but the photography was interesting, too. Then I spent a ridiculous amount of money on three photo books in the bookshop, including one of pictures of New York by Harry Gruyaert. I read about this book in The Guardian and it's been on my radar ever since, so I was happy to get a copy. Gruyaert's pictures are dense, layered, colorful depictions of street life and after sitting in the cafe with an Americano and paging through them, I was inspired to take a little walk (despite the heat) and take some colorful street photos of my own.

I also bought Arthur Tress's book about men cruising The Ramble in Central Park back in 1969, which I'd also read about in The Guardian, and one by William Eggleston. Photo book stores are dangerous places for me.

I'm not sure what we're going to do today. We might just go find a cafe or mall and hang out indoors. We need to go through the itinerary for our upcoming cruise and decide if we want to buy any of the little side excursions they offer when we're in port. I'm happy to just wander on my own, generally -- and knowing Dave he might not even want to get off the ship -- but I suppose we ought to at least look them over.