The Last Straw

I’ve been using the expression “the last straw” for most of my life without really appreciating the metaphor. I’ve been fine with “last” – done, finished, the end, punto final. It’s the “straw” that I haven’t really thought about. That changed this morning. Contemplating moving my negative digitizing setup from my office upstairs to my desk in the apartment I brought the little Logan light box downstairs to see if it would fit in one of the desk drawers. It did fit, but when I took it back upstairs and turned it on to look at some negatives it flickered briefly and went off. “That’s it, I’m done,” I thought.  Continue reading “The Last Straw”