low light

Actually made it out of the house tonight, away from this loathing feeling hung above my head. I always find myself uncontrollably dropping in on stranger's conversations. We went to Tokkuri Tei, down the street from our place, it's a little Japanese sushi restaurant swarming with loud haoles after the hours of, lets see, 7? 8? Three guys at the bar were getting lit off of sake, talking about their parent's divorces. As much as I try to shut it all out, it floods in, with little room to concentrate on anything else.

Once I pulled out my camera, one of the guys asked if we wanted him to take our photo. I didn't really feel photogenic but said yes anyway for absolutely no reason. I drew a quick smile and thanked him, hoping his hands weren't dirty or wet, and grabbed my camera to check the photo. He sat there waiting for my reaction. "wow, i like it" I said, which made him turn back around and concentrate on divorce-rate conversations again. Phew.

Got home and played w/ some slow-shutters out on the street. I don't enjoy the yellowish glow that slow-shutter photos give, but it has been a while and I wanted to get some photos of the house before our "move" to California. I'm gonna miss the little birdies in the trees that chirp throughout the night, into morning. I've always loved watching them swing on the old clothesline at sunrise.

Oh well, in search of new enjoyment.