I should be selling my own photography equipment but this time it’s my daughter’s camera that’s on its way to the local classfieds site. Or the auction site, depending on where it’s likely to fetch a good price. First I had to make sure everything works as it should so I took it to the local mountain. Looks promising. By the way, the 30mm Sigma is quite alright and won’t go with it. Oh, and […]
Here is a Flickr group that never got the traction it deserved. It isn’t mine, the theme just resonated heavily so at some point I poured images into it. With a beautiful title like that I don’t think it should just sit there and be forgotten. Help me out, Flickr people?
I should pack the bike. And ride south. Figure out a way to strap a tripod to it, and a bag big enough to fit the Pentax. Before leaving, find all the 120s that are laying about somewhere. Then, underways, stop often and extract the tripod, figure out a decent comp, level the camera, focus, stop down, mirror up, shoot the pic. Something like this perhaps, just more film–ish. Or something very different. Then move […]
Alpa of Switzerland, who once claimed things were simple at the top and whose cameras I used to fantasize about, just sent me their newsletter. Among the headlines was “How to photograph the great outdoors”, followed by “Read the story on Land Rover’s website.” I clicked the link. Unsurprisingly it was an advertisment. Uninspiring drone footage. Extraordinary landscape, an unremarkable car driving through it, close ups of river streams, dashboard, too much slow motion. The […]
He stands on the platform. Looks to the right, then left, as if he has no idea where he should be looking. It’s dark and he couldn’t tell north from south, east from west, if his life depended on it. Lost. Checks his watch for the twenty third time. Looks again. No sign of it. He doesn’t yet realize it but what he’s waiting for isn’t coming. Not in the next five minutes, thirty, or […]
Last night I had this dream that I was with someone. There was place, appearance, presence, lightness, intimacy even. And truth, of great importance. Truth as opposed to—not lies, but cowardice. She reminded me of someone whose path crossed mine at some point, yet not. As dreams go. And there was insecurity and awkwardly phrased expressions that suffocated whatever there was. As I asked her if she was leaving she smiled—and her smile was so […]
Bought some hope, brought it home. Now I have hope in a cardboard box on my living room floor. Wonder if I should open it.
Dear day. You have given many words. Such as: Visibility Authenticity Or the total lack thereof. I thank you for that.
Good morning day. Your keyword is capacity. Please deliver.
Humbled to see my work in such great company at @anotherplacemag. Thanks Iain! https://t.co/zchsTso4sl @iainsarjeant — Thorir Vidar (@thorirv) November 12, 2015
No longer will I complain about a sore heel here, or a blister there. You kept me dry. I love you. (A little afraid to look at you right now, but I do love you.)
At one point I was touched by this. I do miss that.