My internet is slower than death. The ancient wiring in my building does not allow for much of a DSL connection, and limits me to near dial-up modem speeds on the upload stream, i.e., SLOW for photo uploads to Flickr. So, while I wait on all that, here’s one thing that’s going on with me lately:

I went with some (actually, a whole lot) of folks to my friend Jamie’s hunting property in Butler, GA this weekend. His family has a killer 2500-acre spread used for hunting, trail riding, sod farming, and logging. Four square miles gives you a lot of room to do whatever you want! What I wanted to do, other than shoot some guns and set in the crick a little, was to capture a sort of “family portrait” of our close friends who regularly make the trip down south. We were missing a few key figures to the Butler establishment this weekend, but managed to get in some good times and good photos nonetheless. And yes, the title of this post is a West Wing reference, but it also is how I feel every time I’m down on the farm.

I filled my trunk with the Speedotrons, and put them to use for the first time in an outdoor setting. Actually, I discovered some frustrating limitations with my lighting setup this weekend, but more on that in a second. I also packed the entirety of my digital camera gear, including that neat new little Canon point ‘n shoot I talked about in the last post. If you’re a Flickr friend of mine you can see a video or two that I shot with it that I feel gives a little taste of what goes on down there.

So, Saturday night I set up some strobes around the front of the main cabin and with a little help rounded everyone up for a portrait shoot:

We tried a couple of different things, but the primary goal was to a) get everyone in to a tighter group shot on the front porch as above and b):

Do something a little more casual. Candid-ish, but totally posed. Wider (wide wide 16mm) angle.  Oh, and that’s Jamie in yellow at the center of both photos. I’m just to his right. You might have to click through on the photos to see what’s going on…I know, they’re awfully small in blog view.

The cool thing about these is that most of my friends didn’t require much direction; we are all pretty comfortable in front of the camera as a group so it mostly came down to getting everyone in frame and as much out of the shadows as possible…more on that in a minute too. My film-school friend Mike Copponex remarked that it looked a bit like a shoot for some kind of TV show about relationships…like something you’d see on a dvd cover for an ABC drama series…or a spread for a lifestyle magazine…or maybe not. I don’t know, I just like the results, especially considering how little time we had to set it up.

Little time, not because we were on a schedule or anything, but more because I wanted to get something in around dusk and had been lazy and not started setting up until, um, around dusk. After conferring with Mike for a couple of minutes, the lighting setup that we ended up running with was two bare Speedo heads on stands with 7″ reflectors at around 45 degrees camera left and right, and a third head with the 16″ reflector firing up at the ceiling of the porch from behind the crowd. The intent of the third strobe was to have a central light for background separation, but it looks a little funny to me. Both were taken at ISO 200, f/6.3, and at slower shutter speeds of 1/15th and 1/8th second, respectively, to pick up a bit of the ambient light.  Canon 5D, 16-35mm f/2.8L lens.

Further technicalities, which you may skip if you’d like:

The biggest reason behind this particular choice of lighting setup was that it was about the only one that could be made, considering my equipment. Bare heads were essential as I only have 800 watt-seconds of power coming from my pack, and that had to be divided by three: the camera left and right strobes were at 300ws, with the one on the porch at 200. It is not the ideal ratio for shadow detail but I wanted an even swath of light across the front of the house. I had a fourth head that I would’ve liked to use as an on-axis fill to rid some of the faces of hard, linear, annoying shadows, but I had no way to set it up near the camera…I was flat out of power cables.  You can see one running across the grass.

And that, friends, is what I’ve decided is the number one drawback to my current strobe system: I have only one power pack, and all the cords from the strobes have to run back to it. I could buy some more extension cables, but at nearly $100 apiece, I’m thinking I might be better off with saving up and just buying another pack. Or a monolight or two. Or not at all; I don’t do this kind of stuff often enough (much less get paid for it often enough right now) to justify. This is one more reason why I need to get on this as more of a job than a hobby!

Why not throw your Canon speedlight on the top of the camera and use that for fill, you might ask. Well, that’s the second stumbling block with my gear. I have a rather archaic hotshoe-mounted infrared transmitter that fires off the Speedos, but doesn’t allow for attachment of anything else on-camera. Plus, the sync between the speedlight and the Speedos would be a bit off even if I could. As a side note, I’ve definitely noticed that the IR transmitter I have is too slow to support my camera’s 1/200th sync speed; there’s a bit of dark banding at the bottom (or I guess the left side if the camera is oriented for portrait framing) of the images I take with full-speed sync. I usually have to back down to 1/160th, or 1/125th to be safe.

The reason for writing that last paragraph is to further talk myself into a pair of those new Pocket Wizards! They will solve all my problems and more, I just know it!

As this is becoming a sob story about what I do and do not have, let me just say that I wouldn’t have any of the big strobe gear if my dad hadn’t bought it several years ago and subsequently left it to collect dust in his basement. He does that sometimes, and I can reap the benefits sometimes. So, yeah, I really shouldn’t complain about a free four-head Speedotron Black Line system, whether I’m missing some pieces or not. I can sure do a lot with it as is!

I suppose, then, that the best option moving forward with gear is to stick to the brand that I already have a bunch of stuff for (reflectors, softboxes, cords, etc) when I consider expansion. That means I’m gonna be a Speedotron man for the foreseeable future, and that’s not a bad thing.

Back to something less dorky:

I’m really happy with the results of the shoot, all things considered. If I had had more time I probably would’ve been able to fix some of the issues that I see in the photos, namely the hard shadows on some faces and the kind of iffy effect of that third strobe firing up at the porch ceiling. Live and learn! Speaking of learning, check back soon for a companion post about photographing the main event of the weekend…

Also, be sure to check out my Flickr feed for more photos from this shoot!

Also also, thanks to David Hobby and his Strobist 101 for teaching me a lot about this stuff lately.

Well, in a seemingly incongruous move, at least insomuch as my normal rhetoric on the subject goes, I picked up a tiny point-n-shoot digital the other day, the Canon SD780is.  Available in a variety of colors, but I tend to agree with Mr. Ford that the only acceptable one is black.

It’s incongruous because I don’t like lots of megapixels crammed onto small camera sensors, and this camera certainly does that: 12.1 effective MP on a 1/2.3″ CCD.  That’s about the same resolution as my 5D but on a sensor 1/5 the size.  Yes, there are noise issues.  Yes, the camera does squeeze the photos it takes down to 3MB jpegs at the highest quality setting.  But, I’m not using this thing for gallery prints.  I’m using it for:

• My day job, which now wants me to take photos of the interiors of every house I see so as to provide additional content for our website, which no, I’m not giving you a link to, and to put certain homes on Craigslist.  I certainly don’t need 12 megapixels for this, so scaling down the photos to something tiny won’t allow you to see all that noise.  Don’t worry, I know this is still a good opportunity to learn more about shooting interiors with an SLR, so I’ll be doing some of that too.  Just not all of it.
• Friend photos.  I like having a camera when I go out with friends, but I don’t necessarily like that camera to be the 5D.  I wanted something pocketable for those times when I simply want nice little memories (or buzzy memories).  It’s easy to spill things on the 5D, I’ve done it a couple times now.  The iPhone doesn’t have a flash.
• The fact that it’s pocketable!  I can have a somewhat decent camera on me at all times!  Especially useful for those times when I want to take a snapshot or some other kind of reminder of places to revisit with more gear.
• The image stabilization.  The following are one-second and 1/8th second hand-held exposures, respectively; although the subject matter isn’t particularly interesting it still made for kind of cool photos:

Oh yeah, it also shoots 720p video.  That’s pretty neat.  As soon as I have a quicker connection to upload something to Vimeo, I’ll show you all a little test run.

I don’t know what’s been up with me today.

The easiest way to put it is that, basically, I’ve felt like I’m a bit lacking in motivation lately.  I feel uneasy about the future and the direction I want to take, because even though I can oftentimes see what I want to do, or be, or accomplish, I let the vast number of possibilities and paths overwhelm.  Yeah, I know what I want, but how to get there…that’s a good question.

I’m pretty fortunate, really.  I have a very cushy (maybe not financially speaking, but flexibility speaking, at least) job right now, one that is quite comfortable and allows free time to explore my other interests.  That is to say, I’m not very interested in my day job, despite its perks.  I’d love to think that someday I’ll be a full-time photographer, working for myself, but once again…so many paths!  So many options.  One problem I know I have is that I never to miss out on anything because I’m doing something else.  Whatever “something else” may be.  I don’t wanna miss out on the big picture by getting trapped into tangents, which is kind of what I think happened to my dad.  Please, I would like a bolt of lightning to strike and show me how to go about it all.  Right now.  But that doesn’t happen too much.

I’m also pretty fortunate to have who I have in my life.  I’m close with some really great people, and honestly, those relationships are more important to me than making a bunch of money or anything else.  Four years ago, upon graduating from college, I thought quite differently, but now I know that I’ll be happy as long as I can share my experiences with those that I care about.  No matter what else.  My best friend often says “it doesn’t matter where you are, but who you’re with”.  I agree completely.  Does that really happen though?  There’s been a bit of drifting amongst friends in the past year or so, something that I told myself would never happen, but also something that the older and wiser around me said absolutely would.  So will I be happy in the long run?  Wow, how rhetorical…

Photography is all about experiences.  It’s about being there for the experience, and it’s about recording it as honestly as you can, as honestly as you personally see it, using the tools you’ve got, eyes translated to lens and viewfinder.  At least that’s how I see it…with my…eyes.  My ultimate hope is to combine the two:  life experience and career.  I say that that would make me happy–who wouldn’t be happy making a career out of their life experience–too often it winds up being the other way around.  But, I guess if one of those components isn’t a happy one then it will inevitably drag down the other.  Ugghh, this is a circle of thought that leads me back to RESTLESSNESS.

The decisions that must be made to break the circle are pretty big ones, I think.  Move out of this place for somewhere cheaper but not as convenient.  Stay in Atlanta or move elsewhere.  Sell the car to make the move, or be homeless and on the road for a while.  Try to make it on my own or look for work underneath someone.  Put it all on hold and go back to school.  Follow or not.  One option that is apparently not on the table is to settle.  I think that’s a good thing.  There’s more to it than just this, but it’s just for me.

I’ll make ‘em, I know I will.  This is probably a bit over the cliff from my usual blogging, but, that’s how I feel right now.  I’ll be back later.

I wanted to take at least a second and report that I’ve successfully completed my first product shoot.  I’ve been working with Fontis, a great local bottled water company, for a month or two on and off now to provide them with some new product shots for their revamped website.  Admittedly, shooting products on white was a learning process for me, and, well, fixing my mistakes in Photoshop afterwards was also a bit of a learning process…or maybe a reflection that I just need to learn some more:

That was one of the “before” images.  I lit them with my Speedotron Blackline system (a recent acquisition from my dad; obviously I’m still learning) with three lights total powered by an 805 pack:  a small softbox about 45 degrees camera left for the key and a medium softbox at about the opposite angle camera right, along with the third strobe on the backround through my largest softbox, about a 24×48 incher.  The background itself isn’t seamless white paper (didn’t have any of this at the time) but rather a very large white sheet that will probably find better use as a silk from now on.  I call this/these “before” images, as in before I had to go back in and draw clipping paths around the products in every photo to knock out the background to get a pure white, like this:

Maybe if I’d read Zack Arias’s excellent tutorial about lighting against a white background before the shoot this would have all gone more smoothly.  Even though the cut-out versions worked pretty well, there’s no kind of cool shadow or reflection as in Zack’s examples.  But hey, Fontis was happy and I got some new experience out of it; can’t wait to give it my next go!

After a brief vacation-ish stint to Las Vegas, I’m back in the ATL and I’m, well, quite glad to be.

Went out there for a friend’s three-day-long bachelor party and had a really good time, but I gotta say, Vegas just ain’t my kind of town.  I like going to cities to explore…to take them in…and this one just wants to take you in, it seems.  Don’t get me wrong, there’s lots to do if you have lots of money, and/or if you are willing to lose lots of said money, but I’m not really in a position these days to do that.  Time to find more work!  Make some more dough!  Those are the thoughts that ran through my head all weekend, aside from the “wow, she really is wearing that/I’m only gonna buy one of these $22 drinks/why is it so impossible to sleep?” thoughts that permeated my time there.

I packed up and went out there with one carry-on bag, filled with some clothes and a pretty bare-bones photo kit that barely got used.  For shame.  Seems as if the “what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas” mentality was pretty prevalent among my friends and therefore very few opportunities for snapping pics arose.  There was one good one though:

Angel’s Landing, Zion National Park.  I mentioned in my last post that I was gonna try and have a 10-year reunion with this hike, and fortunately we were able to get out of town the first day and do it.  Good thing too; I’m not sure we would’ve had the energy/patience/wits about us had we done it later on.  I was gonna go all Strobist and lug my flash and some off-camera lighting accessories up with us, so as to avoid pictures like this:

…where you don’t get very good fill lighting from the 2pm sun alone, but, after seeing what we were going to have to climb to reach the summit I decided otherwise.  I wasn’t much liking the idea of dropping a nearly-new 580exII off a thousand-foot cliff:

…while trying to hold it in one hand and taking the 5D it was attached to in the other hand down with it.  Nope, not gonna do it.  It was really windy, and I have questionable balance sometimes anyway so I really needed to be holding onto that chain.  All that said, I still managed to bang my camera against rocks more than a couple times, but thankfully no harm done.  In the end I still got some good shots that you’ll be able to see on Flickr a little later tonight.  And boy, was it beautiful!  Just like I remember, but I think the weather was even better this time around.

A little note on taking photos this time:  last time I was there, I had an Olympus OM-1 with semi-working exposure meter and I believe a 24mm lens.  With film you can’t see what you just shot until (in the case of this hike) you’re gone (duh).  But you know what?  In those conditions, with bright sunlight and few places to step into shadow, the LCD on the back of my DSLR camera doesn’t really help out too much.  I mean, it proves that the picture was taken, but it really doesn’t say too much about what the final product’s gonna be like, except a histogram that shows whether or not you’re in range (and I am trying my best to trust the histogram but it’s hard sometimes!…plus it’s really small on the image review screen; I don’t think there’s a way to change the size on the 5D).  I took a lot more shots with the exposure-lock function than I’m used to doing because of exactly this, even though I wasn’t really moving the camera around all that much.  I’m sure the newer models have better screens that are more usable in hard light, but, there will be no new models for me for a while.  The point is that I read a really excellent post from Doug Menuez’s blog the other day titled “The Zen of Film vs. Digital Gratification” in which he was talking about trying not to rely on that LCD screen so much these days.  “That LCD is crack”, says he.  I think I get what he’s saying a little, although I’m nowhere near his level of expertise and really, really, do feel like I need a hit or two to learn more about the craft.  Or maybe not.  Film guys learning the craft 10 years ago (which I kind of tried to be) didn’t have this luxury.  If the exposure’s right it’s right and what you need to be concentrating on is composition.  Conversely, you can see your composition in the viewfinder before the shot so you should also be concentrating on getting that exposure right…being able to “know” it.  I can pop off about 350 RAW images before my memory card fills, so a shot-by-shot review shouldn’t be necessary.  Even so, I’ve got a lot to learn.

As for the rest of the Vegas trip, yeah, I’ve got a couple of other things that I’ll post to Flickr as well but nothing that I feel is blog-worthy.  So yes, what happens, stays.

Ok.  So, all that stuff I talked about before happened.  Which brings us to ~mid-summer 1997.  I got home from family vacation, bought a couple Popular Photography magazines, and started learning some basics.  I think I also bought or was given one of those all-encompassing how-to-be-a-photographer books, with lots of poorly printed black and white images from the 70’s as illustrations. I learned about some things like frame composition, the rule of thirds, what an f-stop is, the difference between slide and print films and their respective speeds and grains, etc.  I suddenly had big dreams….

I knew that my dad had a bag full of camera gear, and that only about half of it was ever used.  So, I thought, why not try and learn to use the other half?  The other half was an Olympus OM-1 SLR and a handful of Zuiko lenses, most notably the 24mm (wide-angle), the 35 (kind of wide angle), and 85mm (kind of telephoto, for portraits).  All had a maximum aperture of f/2, so they were fast lenses that could be used in low light, or to create a shallow depth of field, perfect!  Read on!

The thing about the OM-1 is that it is a full manual camera, which is the right thing to have to learn how everything with shutter speeds and f-stops and focusing and metering works and interrelates.  The other thing about it is that it takes a little battery to operate the exposure meter, but sometimes (at least with my dad’s) the battery didn’t last too long.  Or the meter needle would stick and you kind of had to “bump” the viewfinder to get it to operate.  Or it just wouldn’t work at all.  These are the reasons why he had left it to collect dust in favor of his OM-2S, a generally more reliable model as far as I can tell.

So, I went about learning.  I cranked out some rolls of pretty mediocre stuff, including a pretty crappy science project about “the camera shutter speed required to stop the motion of a moving fan blade”, aka, the easiest project ever.  Still though, I had this problem of money.  It ain’t cheap to bang out a “learning” roll of film as a teenager and have to pay to have it processed and printed.  Plus you had to get a ride to and from the photo store. It seemed to really limit my output, which was a shame.  Once again, teenagers these days are so lucky to have the opportunity to learn these things basically for free.

I got basic shot composition down alright, at least in terms of the classic, “this might not be too creative but it won’t look screwed up” kind of ways.  I’ve always had an eye, an ear, and a memory for the technical, so a lot of the letters and numbers and maths of photography came quite naturally to me.  Now, let me back up and say, I continuously feel like I’m learning new stuff with this, and maybe re-learning it in different ways, especially since the onslaught of digital, and I feel in no way that I have fully grasped everything yet.  I just mean that at the time I probably knew a little more than the average bear about how to make pictures that didn’t look bad.  Not that they looked too good though…

Well, they could look good, if I was patient and really tried.  See below.  I feel like my attention span was relatively short at the time.  Or I always wanted some other piece of gear, some other tool, to make my photos better.  I’m still kind of like that, but I’m trying more and more not to be.  It’s not always about the gear.  In fact, it probably isn’t at all, most of the time.  I’ve gotten some really cool photos from my iPhone with a little thought and planning.  It has a lot to more to do with practice…with banging out those learning rolls…with getting one good shot in a roll of 24 and knowing that that’s a pretty good ratio, but trying to make it two or three.  Or, nowadays, filling up that 8-gig memory card, and only “starring” 1 in 20 files in Aperture.  Alright, back on track:

In all this learning, I learned a couple of other things.  First, I learned about this place called B&H.  This was back when they took out 10-page ads in the back of photo magazines; I dunno, maybe they still do, but I don’t read Pop Photo anymore.  Not that I’m too good for it….it just seems like the whole mag is one big advertisement.  They like EVERYTHING too much.

So yeah, B&H.  I started poring over those ads, thinking that I needed something a little bit more reliable and expandable, and maybe more future-proof (though that’s a whole other discussion considering the past ten years) than the old OM.  I told myself that by the end of the summer I’d buy a camera for myself.  Before high school started.  I did lots of chores and cut my parents’ grass about twice as often as it needed in order to boost the allowance a bit, along with other odd summer kid jobs.  I started saving.  Saving. Like I’d never saved before!  Because, I had fallen in love…with the Canon EOS Elan-II.

Ain’t she a beaut?  So well laid out!  Built-in flash!  A million different auto-focus lenses available, for all the action and sports photography I was sure to do as soon as it was in my hands!  Honestly I think that I chose it because I liked the way it looked.  It’s still a darn good-looking camera.  But I also chose it because it was a step up from the plasticky Rebel line of cameras, and still (although this seemed unreal at the time) pretty affordable at $550, as long as I didn’t buy the one with eye-controlled focus (good choice, Chris).  That $550 would include a kit lens, a Sigma 28-80 f/3.5-5.6, a pretty OK kind-of-wide to kind-of-tele starter lens. I had gotten used to the quickness of the f/2’s that my dad owned, so the slower speed of this lens seemed like the only true stumbling block.  It wasn’t a stumbling block for very long though, because it broke about two years after I bought it…the AF drive was very plasticky and gave out.  Wait, I’m getting ahead of myself, I just gave something away in this RIVETING story, out of order…yes, I saved up and I bought it.  And I thought it was the coolest thing ever.

And I still have it, and it’s still going strong.  The camera, that is.  Sorry to possibly confuse.

Now that I’ve got it though, where do we go from there??  We go into high school.  Then, we go back out west for another family vacation on spring break.  This time I was armed with something more substantial than the Olympus AF-1 point ‘n shoot though; oh, and also, the other thing I’d learned about….well, I’d heard about this guy named Ansel Adams:

Aren’t you glad you read all the way to the bottom to see that picture?!  I was so proud of it.  It’s the only one from that time that I had enlarged…and gave it as a gift!  I felt so accomplished!  I still am proud of it, especially considering just how early on this all was for me.

Right, I should probably say that the photo is from Zion National Park, which, coincidentally, I’m about to have a eleven-year reunion with next week.  We’ll see if much has changed.  I doubt that it has in terms of the park.  Maybe, just a little, with me though….

More to come!

Zion photo notes: April 1998, Agfapan 25, f/16, shutter speed ??…slow and on my original Slik 444 sport traveler tripod, I’m sure.  Scanned with a Canon 9900F about a year ago.

That last real post was BS, a little.  Or maybe my memory just is, a little.  The whole photo thing started here:

The Daughters of the American Revolution Cemetery and surrounding tourist sites, Savannah, GA.  Eighth grade field trip to the city, slightly before the aforementioned family vacation.  Same camera.  I think this was the “test” to see if I could take good care of the camera before it became mine…and mine it became…and then there was no way to know whether or not I’d take “good care” of it soon after those times because, I lost it…more interesting things soon!

I am TIRED of all pre-formatted WordPress themes!  I want my CSS!

Looking back at my last post, which, if we were talking in accounting terms, would be so long ago that we’d just call it a write-off and forget about it, I’ve noticed something.  And I don’t wanna sound too pompous here, but, I’m not a bad writer.  Not when I get down to it and have drive and a direction, or a deadline, or some [recently] unfound inspiration to blog.  It seems as if this is not the first time I’ve said, “let’s try this again” (it’s not, see TITLE of another recent post), but, well, let’s…

My main focus these days, apart from any ancillary obsessions that may or may not relate to said focus, and indeed, the ancillary pun that I will shoot down right now with the word “focus”, is how how how to get myself going in a career with photography.  As such, I think it’s time that this here blog had a bit more focus of its own.  The problem is, I’m already ten years in the making with this, already ten years down some kind of path that I have, from time to time, drifted violently away from.  This, that, and the other is to say that ever since I can remember as a semi-adult, I’ve ultimately told myself that if I could do anything I want, I’d be a photographer.

So, I can’t quite start here and now.  I’m at a point on the road that would make no sense whatsoever to the outsider if I didn’t provide a little background info first.  I’m gonna try my best to make that info interesting to all readers, but, inevitably, I will drift into Ovie¹ territory with the technical, and over into Roper² territory with the abstract.  Ready?  Jump!

The year was 1998.  No, 1997.  I was fourteen, about to enter high school, and this was the first time I can remember planning to take my own camera and multiple rolls of film on a family vacation.  The camera was a hand-me-down from the 80’s, an Olympus AF-1 that my dad had paid a seemingly ridiculous amount of money for when new.  I’m talking ridiculous like 80’s CD player-money ridiculous.  Either way, he bought it for my mom and she didn’t like it because it didn’t have a zoom, so it ended up in my hands.  I wonder what happened to it…I haven’t seen it in this century.  As it turns out, it was a perfect starter camera to pique my interest.  Built-in motor and flash, true autofocus functionality, and a 35mm f/2.8 lens, waaayyy better than whatever crappy Zoom that my mom ended up with.  Here is a picture of it:

That took some searching to remember which one it was.  But even now, I think it’s a really well-laid-out compact camera.  You who know me know that I love such a fine example of boxiness.  Maybe I’ll pick a used one up.  Maybe I’m searching on eBay and KEH right now…grrr!  No results.  Someday.

Anyway, I took it along on a family trip to the four corners area during the summer of 1996.  As I remember, I put about 8 rolls of film through it, including one or two of T-Max 400, something brand new to me.  At the time this all seemed monumental, both in terms of number of exposures and developing expense (like $75 at Wolf Camera!  I insisted on high quality prints.  Even though they were 3×5’s.  Wow.  Kids these days are lucky!).  Most of the photos were forgettable, so much so that the negatives are no longer with me, but there were a few that I’m still pretty happy about.  This is one of them:

Google tells me this was in Bluff, Utah, right outside of the Navajo Nation.  Mmmm, Navajo fry bread:  the original funnel cake.  Google also tells me that the place, and more importantly, the car, are still there.  A much better photo is found here, from a Russian website that amusingly titles the image “Damaged car at Cow Canyon Trading Post”.  You’d think I would’ve, you know, spun around an noticed the huge BLUFF and thought it would’ve been a little bit better for photo composition.  Live and learn.

I got home from the trip, looked through the prints, and decided that I really liked doing this.  I really liked having a decent camera and, therefore (because at the time I don’t think there was any skill involved whatsoever) decent printed memories because of it.  This got me thinking…my dad also had this other old camera…

More to come!

Notes:

¹ If you really wanna know, or have ever wondered why I have a refrigerator-sized Studer tape machine floating around, and why I may or may not innately know how to repair it, you can look here.

² You really should check this out.  One of the best times I had in college.  My Man Roper is the star.

Harken back to the days of yore.  Bring it on back, Three-6, to a simpler time.  A time when we didn’t have to worry about the frivols (sounds right, is not right) of mobile bidirectional voice communication.

My friend’s¹ phone got disconnected yesterday, after the bill was one day (one day!) late.  AT&T is cracking down, apparently, and will call you the day after your bill is due to collect payment or suspend service, under some sort of blame-it-on-the-recession guise, maybe.  Instead of giving in right then and there, my friend decided to take a few days off from the mobile…a few days off from getting charged for incoming international calls (didn’t know they could do that!) and a few days off from general distraction.  Sometimes, I kind of want to do the same².  Gosh, work would get a lot easier; I wouldn’t have 20-minute (charged) conversations about strategy that are mostly unnecessary, etc….

Speaking of 20-minute conversations, my first mobile à la 1998 came with twenty anytime minutes!  Plus free weekends and nights, so then you could go crazy…however the craziness was limited to paging people for the most part, as I was the first person I knew to have a cell phone…well, with the exception of my friend Chris who had a bag- or briefcase-phone, but that hardly counts since you have to set up an office on the hood of your car to use it.  Mine was a medium-sized Motorola Brick and it had the Atlanta 1996 Olympics logo on it.  Teal and purple…no, but I wish.  No caller ID, no voicemail.  Seven-digit display, and that was enough because you didn’t need to dial an area code back then.

Anyway, um, what was I saying.  Oh yes, maybe the point of this is that there were less problems in the 90s.  Maybe I was just a lot younger and a lot more isolated and therefore kind of limited in my scope in saying that.  But, you sure didn’t have to be so conscious of your iPod getting stolen, your Facebook account getting hacked, your text message usage (for further analysis and discussion of this particular issue from an historical historic perspective, please see song lyrics from above), your various environmental footprints, et al.  There was a lot more worry about how loud I could turn up my car stereo before the mix cassette (of MP3’s!…yes this was possible and I didn’t have a CD burner for a long time but I did have a DAT machine/go figure) would distort, how to call someone after 10pm–let it ring once–hang up–have them call you back–don’t wanna wake the parents–but also don’t wanna stay on the phone too long because I’m hoping to get another call and we don’t have call waiting, the list goes on³.

Relevant footnotes:

¹Phone-less friend’s car CD player permanently displays the title of the Ying-Yang Twins’ immortal 1999 single “Whistle While You Twurk” on the LCD readout; I think this has something to do with Y2K¹

¹CD player displays “Whurstle While You Twurk”, further jainkiness

²My 3G iPhone service speed is faster than the DSL at my house.  WTF.  Who am I kidding, I’m never gonna give you up!

³Any or all of this post is possible regurgitation from some previous post; apologies if so; I can’t really remember because I’m so bad at writing in this thing these days; aren’t you glad I’m still alive.