Wonderwall

It's cold, with intermittent gusts and the odd heavy shower or two this morning. I struggled to climb out of bed this morning as it was warm between the doona and bedsheets. My limbs felt like water-logged tree trunks, heavy and unwieldy. But it's Friday and the weekend is almost upon us.

I feel as if I'm running out of time with the exhibition preparation. I realised yesterday that there are only nine weeks to the event so I must really get things going. The photo selections have now been prepped for publication on Blurb; I have teed up a meeting with Big Ben at Team Digital re: sponsorship of print media (photo rag paper) and will be printing next weekend with N of Fotolounge. I'm wondering though if I should try and find some sponsorship for the wines and food at opening night... but who to ask? Perhaps the bottleo next to the Queens opposite Behind the Monkey? What of food? Dips and chips?

After Chaos and Drama and India, I think I'll take a breather - focus on submitting photographs to stock libraries and applying for potential avenues for a show or two in 2009.

I've come to realise that sometimes I need space from people. Some people require a great deal of effort and energy just to be with them and after prolonged exposure, one feels drained of spirit. A bit like exposure to radioactive material. So I'm taking a small break from the photography group's activities - at least for a few days - until I manage to recover some energy and reform my ragged spirit. I think this weekend is about consolidating other friendships and getting things done in regards to C&D.