I did a bunch of processing on this, but like the original better. There were sharper shots made of this pair of ________s (I know nothing about whatever these things are) made today, but none of them captured the melancholia I’m feeling in quite the same way as this one. I don’t mind that the …
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365.286 the light, oh my the light
Well, this not quite the exact same subject as can be found in yesterday’s photo… but it’s maybe 6 inches to the right of that one, and taken with the lens that proves broken can be beautiful: the Zomb-E Series. (In case you’ve forgotten, or weren’t around yet, or are checking out random posts on …
365.285 broken can be beautiful
I went over to momma’s for breakfast yesterday, and she handed off some camera gear that belonged to my Grandfather. A full Vivitar rig: 250/SI (with some mold in the eyepiece), Vivitar 50mm f/1.8 (Cosina-made, in the 30th week of 1975, or maybe 85, but everything else is from the mid 1970s, and it looks like a …
365.284 a slight emergence
My deepest apologies for the lateness of this post. I was out and about with a young woman last evening—if it was a date, it was the first one I’ve been on since 2005, and so I don’t really know if it was a date or not, so I won’t call it a date—when I …
365.283 for lack
So I spent the whole day thinking about asking a woman I met last week to go do something friendly and nonthreatening (wander around a bookstore or something similar) with me this afternoon. Needless to say, I just thought about it. So about 3, after sitting pretty much in the same spot for roughly 11 …
365.282 it is (for Simon)
Truth be told, it’s a bit muggy for my taste, but whatever. And there was a neighbor or a friend of a neighbor that was out smoking, and that I didn’t notice until she started talking on the phone. I wonder if she wondered “what is that___ guy in 106 doing?” but bet she didn’t even look …
365.281 (it looks so) nice out there
The fear has me today. I would like to say “I’d like to go for a walk through the neighborhood, snap some pictures, maybe pop down to the park and shoot those strange, ingrown trees that I drive past every now and then” but, really, I have absolutely no desire to leave. The prospects are …
