Wake up at friend's family apartment in Blarg city. Look at stuff to take to Deltaville, a town 2 1/2 hours away from Blarg City, where I'm going to be spending a week in the archives. Ask host/friend if I can leave my hand luggage with him for the week, then pick it up on my return. He says yes. I sort while charging various devices (so the many, many cords can be one of the things I don't haul with me), then toss the "keep it here" bag in his closet. I make darned sure that computer, clothing, toiletries, cell phone, camera, and Books I'll Need actually make it into the "take it with me" bag.
Get on train to Deltaville. Unpack bag in hotel. Everything is in order. Take out book and wallet as I go out to scout the location of the archive, and try to find a place for dinner. Take camera, too, because the sun is setting, and it's going to be great picture-taking conditions. Leave computer and passport in hotel room.
Half an hour into my walk, I'm down near the river. Pretty light. Something photo-worthy pops up. Dig camera out of bag, remove lens cap, turn on, look through viewfinder... wait -- what?
Why am I not getting a clear picture?
Did i not turn it on?
What's going on? Did I break it?
No, dumbass: you left the conscientiously charged camera battery in the charger, then put the charger and cord in the "leave it here" bag. It's back in Blarg City. Two and a half hours away. And you need it for your research here in Deltaville.
So, since I can't show you the picture I would have taken today, here's another one from a couple of nights ago:
|Much like my brain: An Unintentional Abstract|