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Making Up Stories A good evening, I think. Energy level good, futzing around with 
the Photoflex tripod and gripper arm that arrived today at the office.
It holds up the backgrounds that arrived last week: black, white and grey.
I promised faithfully to shoot a photograph of myself in black and white
and send it out this week, but I know I'm going to have to run a few
rolls of film through the camera to get it right. Not so much a problem
with the puffed up cheeks (they're still puffed up, but they'll do), but
a problem of getting the lighting right. You shoot some pictures at
various exposures and write those numbers down along with the lights
and where they were positioned. Once you've determined which ones work
you can set up almost anywhere and get consistent results, but you have
to test it first. So I'll practice and maybe I'll get it done over the
weekend.
I've been floating a bit. I've written about it these last few
I wish I'd known more about this when I was younger. I'm not upset with shooting photographs, I'm just getting into a rut and making it not so much fun any more. In my dunderheaded youth I would have thought I was burned out and quit. Hell, I did quit. Two or three times. The solution isn't to quit, the solution is to break the patterns and try something different, peek under the lady's skirt and see if there isn't something more interesting in this world to photograph. I've shot enough parades (Except for the Carnival Parade, of course, coming up at the end of the month. I want to shoot that one.) so let's wander off the track and see what else strikes the fancy. Self portraits, for example, (good for a weekend) then maybe portraits of others. I think I'd be good at it. One of the areas of photography that I've always caught just at the corner of my eye in passing. And wondered. Either that or this moving thing has got me upset and I'm just piddling around here making up stories. |
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days. Mind turned to goo, white noise, stuff like that. I need more
photographs, for example, but I didn't get over to San Francisco
last weekend for the Bay to Breakers run. I walked through the Oakland
City Center today at noon and saw that they'd set up for some
sort of band performance, the band every Wednesday at noon program
has evidently begun, but I didn't go back and get my camera.
There's a delicate line you walk with the photographs and this daily
writing routine (and everything else in life, come to think of it)
and sometimes you stumble and just space out.