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The day before yesterday I spent all evening learning to use Sony Vegas. I love software, especially when I can make things with it. Vegas is very complicated for me. It makes my head hurt trying to understand all the different dimensions that go into editing video, but I really like that I can control every aspect.

I have really wanted to make a doll video. I used pictures from my first shoot with Fanchon to make a very brief slideshow, and that was instructive. It gave me a great idea for my next photo shoot.

Right now I am keeping the cube set up in the project room. Is it any wonder why I don't take more doll photos? My cat is hell bent on entering the cube. I spent several minutes last night carefully sealing the Velcro around the front end, because if there is the slightest ripple, he will pick his way in, which is a disaster. He gets hair on my background, wrinkles it, not to mention what he will do to poor Fanchon. He has maimed his share of dolls in our home.

In addition my tripod only has two real legs. The third has a stripped screw and for a while the leg would fall off during shoots. Now it won't stay on at all by itself, though Nathan did a good job with the mailing tape, and this might pull me through.

I have Fanchon set up for photos today or tomorrow. It has been so light so late that I stay active until 9 p.m. As a result I have been short on sleep lately.

I could really stay in the sun forever. I can't believe I have to go back to the lab. I hope soon I will have some more pics of Fanchon to share.

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