At various times in my life I've actively tried to become a better photographer. Results were mixed. I've got some nice shapshots, but nothing you'd want to call art. Currently the only functioning camera I own is my phone, and I've toyed with buying a new digital SLR but honestly, they're just too complicated. I loved my first ever camera because after I put the film in and set the ISO, I was able to adjust f-stop, aperture, and focus all with one hand, and without taking my eye from the viewfinder. Now cameras have 10 million buttons and knobs and multi-level menus and I just want to take a photo, dammit, not sift through an infinity of options. I'm sure I could get over this if I tried, it's just so easy to carry my phone around and use it as a notebook and leave it at that.
Again, writing is generative. I did not open my computer today intending to write any of that. I was either going to add an installment to the "damn, it's been a cold winter" series, or share some photos of my father, since he died 37 years ago this week and I like the idea of memorializing a prime number anniversary.
So, hey, I'll do both:
Damn, It's Been A Cold Winter:
Actually, though, today went a couple of degrees above freezing and I only wore one layer of pants on my run this morning!
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| A scene from my Tuesday morning walk. That's the Chenango River on the right, all covered in ice and snow. |
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| Bill and Ben the Dog at a surprise birthday picnic for Bill at Canoe Beach which is a little beach at the far end of Purakanui, between Dunedin and Waitati. We used to go there a lot. |
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| Ben the Dog in his spot by the front window of the Brownville Crescent house. He was a very good boy and shows up in lots of photos. |
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