Robert Therrien doing his Rat Pack-era Sammy Davis Jr. for my surprise party.
The more I use the new Nikon, the more I realize I need to learn. The more I start to learn, the more time I realize will need to be dedicated to studying the manual and making mistakes. The more I study photography, I realize, the less I feel like doing it.
I saw a dark and toothless Mechica-looking woman today selling cherries in front of St. Anne's Episcopal Church School with a newspaper coverlet over her babygirl's cheap plastic crib. The headline flapping in the wind was all about impending Swine Flu in Mexico. The sonofabitching camera jammed and refused to focus on the perfect shot appearing in my frame. My fault, my fault, all of it - not being in the moment, not learning the camera before I took it out, not having the Lumix with me as a fallback, being in a hurry, worrying about my stupid blog again.
I used to just bust with things to write and capture and review and comment on and say, over and over again, night after night.
It was new, there were a few of us doing it bravely together, and it was too fun to think about being 'good' at.
So yeah. We're still here.
Twenty years after I turned left for the Northbound bus and he stayed on Wilshire for the Westbound after our dance class, he shows up in costume and remembers all the things we realize together.
I just realized I say realize too much. If I were a Brit like one of those irresistable illegals I met on the westbound bus, I would say it with an 's' and it would sound ever so posh.
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Sometimes pics are also good with the "mistakes" from the weird things the camera does in them. That's the conclusion I've come to with the uncontrolable camera on my mobile phone. Technology is stressful though.
I have given myself something new to stress about. It's here if you want to experience someone else's angst...
Limeyspeak note: we spell realise with an "s", but we say it as if there's a z, so it probably sounds the same as you saying it.
But "ever so posh" really does sound like Limeyspeak. Blimey, it must be catching...
If the manual is making you want to do it less, burn it.
I've given up hope of ever finding my camera... it's lost forever. Next month I hope to get a new one.
This year's been new for me... It's like one of those dreams where you keep waking up, and then you wake up from that.
What the hell am I going on about? Sorry.
Actually, don't look now. I've had to go off air again for a bit...
can't believe I got "redle" in the word verification.
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