Today I took a mental break when I got home from school, though. I made my way through Maeve Binchy's Evening Class, which I've read before, but which is light and readable. (On my Kindle, I keep copies of various books I've read before but which I've enjoyed enough to keep, books that are good for travel or that don't require heavy concentration.)
This weekend I'll have to read about 50 rough drafts, grade a handful of revisions, skim through A Wolf at the Table (which I'd read over the summer, in preparation for my Autobiographical Literacies class), and write a journal entry for the class.
In any case, I find that I have nothing of especial substance to blog about today, but in my internet exploration tonight, I came across this, what's thought to be the first photograph of a human being, taken in Paris in 1838 by Louis Daguerre, the French photographer who pioneered the daguerreotype.
From the article:
The exposure time for the image was around seven minutes, and although the street would have been busy with traffic and pedestrians, it appears deserted. Everything moving was too fast to register on the plate.