Greetings, fellow sentient beings!
The story I am going to lay here is about a real, casually tough day. The name in the title is made up. It's a joke of a translation of the area I visited.
The photo of it was taken a little bit less than a year ago, during a previous visit. I was not ready today. Not prepared for the spare time between emergency and return trip.
That's why midday shots are generally not the coolest thing. Lack of special light means lack of special results.
Camera settings? Forget about them. Nothing to learn. The only funny thing — The name of the place. It does translate similarly to Dry Dale or something. Suhodol / Суходол. I say funny, because it's mostly high ground, especially compared to the city below. It's an uphill western suburb of Sofia. Just beyond the roundabout.
A certain location on that roundabout was my destination today. I had to bring the car for some mechanical maintenance that's done on a nearly yearly basis. And I later thought that its cost was about the amount of money a regular retired person receives for a whole month. If you are retired and you have a car, one of your months should be dedicated to paying for that obligatory service...Well, that's very rough an estimation because there are cars and cars, services and services, etc. But still...
Anyway, I was happy the machine would be ready and functional within the day. I was not sure, before getting there, that would be the case. It depended on other customers, the time required, factors I knew not. And I had a trip planned for tomorrow before I got the signal that maintenance was...imminent.
But they told me it would take about two hours. Cool... In reality, it took even less. I just had to find a way to...wait for two hours without having anything to do, out of the city but not in nature. Without a camera. See, I had tried getting there as soon as possible. What then...no idea.
Yeah, the phrase of the day was:
Sure, you can go and strike out some job at Suhodol (Not Draughtendale — author's note) from your To-Do list...
Right...plenty of work for me there...
So I just went for a walk. In that village, now a suburb, Suhodol. I roamed some streets, I missed my camera, I roamed some more streets, I missed my other camera, etc.
This was the third major extra expense this month, not counting our family vacation. Thus, things became clear. There is even less doubt now about next month being one of more work and probably no vacation, at least for me.
But nothing's set in stone yet.
It never was. Except for things set in stone.
Also, cars are evil. But at least I'm now ready to drive my evil to the mountain.
And I'll say to the Rock...
Please, hide me, I'll say to the Rock...
Look, I did not call for it. The song of the day just took shape, quite spontaneously:
Yours,
Manol
