The Time camera is a little thing I bought in a thrift shop (for 2$CDN!). All made of plastic (including the lens), that beast is light as a feather and looks (if you look quickly) like a decent rangefinder. Upon closer inspection though, it truly just is a plastic point&shooter. It does have an aperture selection ring, ranging from sunny to cloudy in four increments (16, 11, 8, 5.6), which I broke while selecting the aperture with a bit too much enthusiasm. Now the thing is stuck at 5.6. Oh well.
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Note To Self...
Early this evening, I went out for a little photowalk. I finished the roll of film that was in my camera (I had half of it left, so that's 12 shots, thank you) and walked back here, that was it. Then, a bit later, I went shopping for a frame. On the way to the shop, I saw the most insanely beautiful sky I had seen.
What was it I had not brought with me?
My Camera.
Odd thing is, I always (or nearly) carry a camera around. If it's not my SLR, then it will be my little digicam or if not then it's another one. But I constantly have a camera around, except the one time when I see a sky beautiful like that.
Note To Self: Carry Camera At All Times!
What was it I had not brought with me?
My Camera.
Odd thing is, I always (or nearly) carry a camera around. If it's not my SLR, then it will be my little digicam or if not then it's another one. But I constantly have a camera around, except the one time when I see a sky beautiful like that.
Note To Self: Carry Camera At All Times!
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The Shifts
I don't have a one-track mind. I have multiple interests in life, all of which, when they are spotlighted, take over my mind. But they always switch, my attention shifts to the other interest and that's it. I have phases. It would be fine if it were phases related to my tastes of music or food or something like that. But it's phases about the main interests in my life, about what I want to do, etc. For instance, I love litterature, photography, visual arts, cinema, industrial design, etc. Related disciplines, you might say. The trouble with that lies in the fact that when my one of the interests takes over, it truly takes over. I become near-obsessed with it, more or less leaving the others behind.
It used to be really disturbing. I would be in cinema mode for three weeks, frantically working on my screenplay and then, I'd wake up one morning and the sheer idea of my screenplay would conjure up nausea. The same day, I would begin something else, be it a sculpture or a sudden need for deep research in the field of object design of the past century; it would go on for a couple of weeks, then shift. Lather, Rinse, Repeat.
For the first months after I came back home from my oh-so-riveting university experience, I was shifting a lot. Really wondering what I wanted to do, changing mind every couple of days. The shifting slowed down in last April, when I bought my Nikon SLR. Somehow, I managed to stay in non-exclusive photo mode for days, weeks and months. I would be able to write and be interested in other things while still being highly interested in photography. That's not a first, but that's certainly an excellent thing.
Side note: The only other occurence of multi-mode I have had was back in Cégep, when I would be having writing courses and I would also work on videos and etc. That was true multi-mode, but I guess it was context forced.
Pretty astonishing is the fact that the multi-mode is not forced this time. I have been shifting less and less, doing other things collaboratively instead of exclusively.
If I start a band, I'll name it The Shifts. ;)
It used to be really disturbing. I would be in cinema mode for three weeks, frantically working on my screenplay and then, I'd wake up one morning and the sheer idea of my screenplay would conjure up nausea. The same day, I would begin something else, be it a sculpture or a sudden need for deep research in the field of object design of the past century; it would go on for a couple of weeks, then shift. Lather, Rinse, Repeat.
For the first months after I came back home from my oh-so-riveting university experience, I was shifting a lot. Really wondering what I wanted to do, changing mind every couple of days. The shifting slowed down in last April, when I bought my Nikon SLR. Somehow, I managed to stay in non-exclusive photo mode for days, weeks and months. I would be able to write and be interested in other things while still being highly interested in photography. That's not a first, but that's certainly an excellent thing.
Side note: The only other occurence of multi-mode I have had was back in Cégep, when I would be having writing courses and I would also work on videos and etc. That was true multi-mode, but I guess it was context forced.
Pretty astonishing is the fact that the multi-mode is not forced this time. I have been shifting less and less, doing other things collaboratively instead of exclusively.
If I start a band, I'll name it The Shifts. ;)
20040903
September
I love autumn. I truly do. Every single bit of it, I adore. The sublte changes in the colour of the light in late august and early september, the sunflowers abounding, the coolness and intensity of the weather, the escalation of reds and oranges on tree leaves, the peak of colour in late october and then the rain and the soft, deep greens and greys of november.
Yesterday, it felt like September. Don't ask me why. I was walking outside and just thought: "it really feels like September". It might have been the smells, the sun or even my watch indicating that we are now in the ninth month of the year. Whatever the reason is, it felt like September. I enjoy that immensely. I love autumn, have I mentionned it before?
Of course, I'd love to be back in school already and I'd really love to be able to share this season with G. Unfortunately, neither is possible at the moment. I'm going back to school this winter. As for sharing the season with G, well, I guess that will be half possible, since we keep in contact and call each other nearly daily. I miss him lots. Tons. I never actually imagined that it would be possible to feel such things, such simple things, in such simple ways. It's beautiful, I think.
By the way, have I said that I love autumn?
Yesterday, it felt like September. Don't ask me why. I was walking outside and just thought: "it really feels like September". It might have been the smells, the sun or even my watch indicating that we are now in the ninth month of the year. Whatever the reason is, it felt like September. I enjoy that immensely. I love autumn, have I mentionned it before?
Of course, I'd love to be back in school already and I'd really love to be able to share this season with G. Unfortunately, neither is possible at the moment. I'm going back to school this winter. As for sharing the season with G, well, I guess that will be half possible, since we keep in contact and call each other nearly daily. I miss him lots. Tons. I never actually imagined that it would be possible to feel such things, such simple things, in such simple ways. It's beautiful, I think.
By the way, have I said that I love autumn?
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Tidbit
This is the famously known huge neon sign of a greasy spoon joint. At night, through the miracle of modern electronics, the hot dogs goes back and forth from his mouth to the position shown here.
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