I have fallen in love with my new camera. It has me taking pictures again. Of anything. It all looks fascinating to me now through the lens of this camera. It is big, and with the new lens, it is heavy, but I am using the camera as I would the Liberator, kinda, and it is a lot less cumbersome than that.
My only concern, though, is how often I miss focus. I don't with the kit lens, of course, as it has autofocus, but the lens I have on the camera now is not. Between my Leicas and this, I have plenty of opportunity for focussing failure.
But I hardly care. The camera is just too much fun. The files are, I mean. They are big and rich and beautiful.
But that's enough of that. A one hundred word gushing about a camera is the limit of what should be allowed.
I have, however, nothing else right now. It is Groundhog Day, a good metaphor for how I have been living ever so long.
I read this yesterday.
Groundhog Day is part of a tradition rooted in European agricultural life and marks the midpoint between the winter solstice and the spring equinox.
Somehow I have missed knowing this fact, the whole midpoint of winter thing. Good to know. The whole groundhog and shadow thing makes a lot more sense now.
No it doesn't.
I will, at some point, see my shadow today. This afternoon is predicted to be sunny. It is Friday. I may go to a good Turkish place and have a drink and hors d'oeuvres. Wouldn't that be something?
I mean. . . I'm empty. I haven't a thought or an opinion or a story to tell. Zip. Bagel. I probably should just not post today.
But I'll leave you with this. I watched it last night. This is why I want to go to Japan. If you can, watch this on your big screen t.v. I know many people use their phones, but this is long and beautiful and you'll want to sit back and trance out.
That's what I did, anyway.