I spent my painting time today photographing to catalogue them.

I was glad to find that the one I thought I’d mid-numbered wasn’t actually numbered. For some reason, maybe an alternate universe sliding over, I never actually put the sequence on it, never written it on the substrate. I don’t know why I thought I did, but I’m glad it was some sort of squirrel moment. Or that alternate reality sliding over. (Grin)

Now I have photos to deal with. Okay, I admit it. This is my least favorite part of everything. The sizing. The sorting. The renaming. Sigh. Often when I think about hiring someone to help me, this is the chore at the top of my list. It’s also the one I neglect the longest because I never go through with hiring someone and eventually I decided to do it myself. And I try to think of an easier, faster way to do all this and wonder if I should even care. I always end up deciding that I should care, even if it’s only for my own records.

And for now, I’ll upload the pictures and let them sit so I can work on writing a few more words tonight. Yes, I am that good at procrastination. (Grin!)

Cheers!