Well, I didn't get to the other garden bed, but I did manage to mow the lawn. The morning was sunny, there were camellias blooming and I got distracted making a few more lumen prints. Truth be told, it was icky warm and humid out and part of me was probably procrastinating on the yard work. That being said, putting it off until later in the day really didn't help matters! All's well that ends well, however.
I'm still digging the lumen prints on Ilford fb warmtone. I want to make some more, leaving them in the sun much longer to get the green and orange tones, but this works really well with the floral subject. The sassafras prints I made last week and might be better going longer. Leaves will be around for another month or so, so there's time to work with this yet. I did receive my shipment of 8 x 10 warmtone paper, but I'm holding out to use that until I have some new ideas. The beige and yellow toned piece is on some really old Unicolor (I'm not familiar with it) baryta base paper. It's ok. I also printed a couple negatives using it, but they're rather meh.
I wish I was more inspired to write. My need to say things...or least what I'm saying in my head at any given time...doesn't come when it's convenient to get it all down. I suppose I could carry around a note book. It's weird, the writing thing, for me. Maybe some people are just more wired for the practice. I think there's myriad reasons why it's more of an effort for me, though. Sometimes it's like my brain just doesn't work right, I forget things, I'm too boring, I'm too depressed, I don't get enough sleep...blah blah blah. On the one hand, forging ahead and creating with what comes naturally and with ease is a good thing and I'm not going to knock it. On the other, it's good to practice those arts that are harder. I don't know. I'm at that age when I wonder what makes sense in my life anymore.