- Aperture: f/2.8
- Focal Length: 17mm
- ISO: 1250
- Shutter: 1/14 sec
- Camera: NIKON D1H
I should write. I should really write. I can’t write. It’s almost midnight and I am dead tired, sitting here typing and deleting, typing and deleting, tapping at these keys that won’t yield what I want, won’t give voice to the emotions that I can’t find anyway. Drifting in and out of consciousness as I try to write, a desperate attempt to forestall the inevitable quagmire that is sleep.
I’m sorry. You guys deserve better, but I just don’t have it to give. My brain is too fogged. I’m too down.
As for today’s pics, they are just part of the offering I will submit to The Tuscaloosa News for an assignment about my church.
And I guess that’s all I can say about that. I just can’t write. The night is long and dark and cold and the words… always the words… they run through my head and trip over my tongue and spill through my hands and jolt me awake. But when I ask for them they elude me. They are part of another girl’s world, that girl I so seldom see anymore.
Just sleep. Maybe just need sleep.
Music: Breathe (2 a.m.) by Anna Nalick (lyrics)tagged Alabama, people, photojournalism, Tuscaloosa, writing