sweaters at Christmas

I started off trying to write a critique of a lecture I saw yesterday on modernist photography, but it occurred to me that nobody but I would give a shit about it, so I threw it away for the time-being and started over. I'll try to work out a less-dry rendition of the lecture and how it pertained to me tomorrow.

It's cold and bone-dry in Austin lately, and I've been feeling a bit miserable. My lips are starting to chap, I've been battling static electricity constantly, and my hair stands on end as often as not. My skin is so dry that the lotion I just applied to my legs is stinging and causing a bit of a rash. Next time, I'll try unscented lotion. And maybe a humidifier.

The weather is supposed to be extra-chilly this evening, with temperatures in the 20s and wind chills in the teens. I anticipate weeks of dry, chapped skin, and that's not a prospect I look forward to. In general, I think I prefer the warm, sunny Decembers often endemic to Texas. Being able to wear sweaters at Christmas seems a paltry reward at this point.

In other news, I've been updating the photolog regularly lately; go check it out if you'd like to see what I've been working on recently.

I'll have more to write tomorrow -- honest!