The above words from the final verse of the Sarah Vaughan and Billy Eckstine version of ‘Passing Strangers’ came to my mind as I reached the chapter of my ‘Sixty Years’ book. In that chapter, fifty-seven year olds, Sandra and Luke, re-ignite their romance over a meal in the College restaurant. My chosen photograph today is one that I took of my wife while we were in the restaurant of the wonderful Musée D’Orsay in Paris in 2007. A much more romantic setting than the College, but it’s one of the only restaurant shots I have ever taken.
Today has been more of the same as yesterday. Twice, in different chapters, I’ve had to cut and paste whole sections into earlier or later sections because the chronology didn’t make sense. I’m still having to make all the types of corrections that I’ve mentioned over the last couple of days.
At least I have only a couple more chapters to go: although the next two are amongst the longest in the entire book because so much is coming to a head. Norman has, by now morphed from a thoroughly nice man into an ogre who will in, temper, shortly slap his wife – who by now is thoroughly fed-up with his moods and his neglect of her.
At the meal in the College, she realises that she should never have dumped Luke more than thirty-five years previously. I don’t expect any further chronology errors, but I’ll probably have to consider thoroughly how well the conclusion is written.
I took the photo using the Sony Ericsson k800i mobile ‘phone I had at the time. The shutter speed was 1/40 seconds, the ISO 80, and the aperture f/2.8. There is no exif information about the focal length.
I’ll say no more today. I’m already thinking about how I’ll be using this Blog in the interim period between putting this book to one side to steep and (a) then having a final attempt at proof-reading, or (b) moving on to re-writing my first book – the one about Persephone – from scratch. I might use this space in that meantime to say something about photography. The site is, after all, for writing AND photography