Dammit, forgot today is trash day. Was supposed to take out the garbage, but drove off without thinking. And I had two chances. On my way to work I ran across Buddy Boze Hatkiller romping around the horse arena up the street. Got him in the truck and drove him home, admonishing him all the way about what a lousy dog he is and he just looked at me with those New York eyes that say, "Fa-get about it."
More fire studies for the Top Secret Project. Yesterday I did a series of images with ruddy light, given off by a distant fire, then closer up. Here are those efforts:
![](http://www.twmag.com/weblog/firetwo.jpg)
This morning I worked on a sequence where the fire closes in and a certain rider is reduced to drastic measures.
![](http://www.twmag.com/weblog/firethree.jpg)
Carole's taking me lunch (I'm on that damned Bisbee Budget and can't afford nada).
Robert Ray salvaged all of the files off my old computer and put it on a disc. Thanks Roberto!
"Most stress is caused by people who overestimate the importance of their problems."
—Michael LeBoeuf
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