Dreams Nag Me
Had a stress dream this morning about the photo gig this weekend. I dreamt my camera batteries all died, and I didn't have the right equipment, and I was late and couldn't make it across town in time for the second part, because I was on foot and everybody else had left without me.
Also involved was the idea that there was a strange supporting-artists program in the warehouse district of Minneapolis that meant every artist got a storage locker and a giant rusted-out shipping container to work in as a studio. But the shipping crate didn't have electricity, so I couldn't charge my camera batteries in there.
The first thing I did once I woke up was double-check that I had enough batteries for my small automatic and then plug in my spare DSLR battery to charge up. Once that's done, I'll switch it with the one in my camera and charge that one up.
That's what stress dreams are for, right? To remind you to get things done?
And I would love to have a rusted metal shipping container to work in as a studio. Industrial decay = teh hotness.
Also involved was the idea that there was a strange supporting-artists program in the warehouse district of Minneapolis that meant every artist got a storage locker and a giant rusted-out shipping container to work in as a studio. But the shipping crate didn't have electricity, so I couldn't charge my camera batteries in there.
The first thing I did once I woke up was double-check that I had enough batteries for my small automatic and then plug in my spare DSLR battery to charge up. Once that's done, I'll switch it with the one in my camera and charge that one up.
That's what stress dreams are for, right? To remind you to get things done?
And I would love to have a rusted metal shipping container to work in as a studio. Industrial decay = teh hotness.