Miss Kitty and I are leaving for the Big Apple, Gotham, the city that never sleeps, New York, New York, a place so nice they had to name it twice tomorrow morning, pre-dawn. Of course I'm already packed. Wrinkles be damned! I'm taking one pair of nonjeans to wear when we go to the theater, otherwise it'll be tattered denim goodness for me.
I've got three cameras ready to go. Well, one of them is Richter Von Sanchez's Nikon, but ever since he got that digital camera he doesn't pay any attention to that old 35mm SLR anyway. I've not been happy with my own forays into the digital photography age. Miss Kitty has the digital camera, one that I got and then passed on to her. I just don't like the lack of depth, something that I think you can richly get on film. The other thing I don't like is that mistakes are less interesting on digital. With film every mistake has the potential to be great! Even if not great, at least a source of humility. Only children can provide that sort of dichotomy and Miss Kitty wants a puppy, not a baby. Plus, my babies are almost grown men, and I can't regress at this stage in my life. Think of me as a worm who has been cocooned for decades, and now is ready to emerge and be a gypsy moth, wreaking havoc and destruction...
I don't know where I'm going with that analogy so I'll leave it hanging like a hinky looking skin tag.
Anyway, we're off to NYC! Yippee!