coming back around

I was going to write an entry sometime this past weekend about how it was the one year anniversary of this exercise in discipline masquerading as an exercise in photography.  but the tsunami in Japan happened and put things in perspective; talking about photography seemed a trivial and silly thing to do at the moment.

so, I am instead taking a moment to think about life and how short it is.  it’s always a struggle to balance the time spent trying to go somewhere with our lives and the time spent standing still and enjoying our lives.  when to stop becoming and start being is the riddle that I don’t know anyone solves quite right.

a long october

and the days go by so fast.  no time to really work on photos lately despite the fact that there’s lots of stuff I want to post and lots of stuff coming down the chute that merits posting.  it’s grim and grey and soggy outside in Maryland today so I figured I’d drop in a photo from an old post on macro photography that I scrapped, taken back when I was shooting on the 30D still, which showcases water in a more attractive fashion.

more anticipation

… and more than a little bit of worrying.  not about the wedding, mind you.  I have no doubt that’s going to go off without a hitch (not sure if Tina shares that sentiment).  I’m worried about how the office is going to fare with the both of us gone for a week and a half.  all that aside, I am really excited for the big weekend and then the trip to Yellowstone with tina’s family afterwards. 

AGAINN

doing it Againn … for the very first time.  before eating here, Tina and I debated what, pray tell, the term “gastropub” really means.  I mean, yeah, I get that its supposed to be pub food that actually makes your stomach murmur and smile, as opposed to standard, mindless, greasy pub fare that’s really barely a rung above venerable ol’ Mickey D’s.  but that’s like Hyundai building a car that doesn’t look like an alien with a birth defect … wait what

it’s raining [zombies] in baltimore baby

… but everything else is the same.  still a pile of stuff to push out before 4 PM (after that, hitting the weights).  so since I didn’t have a lot of time to put something out, I dug around in the archives for a bit and came up with this.

too many names

the fam took a trip to see the National Portrait Gallery the other week and I made them wait in the car for a bit while I took a couple of shots around the MLK Jr. Memorial Library.  there was an exhibit titled “Lists: To-dos, Illustrated Inventories, Collected Thoughts and Other Artists’ Enumerations” that I really wanted to go see, and despite the fact that it’s a wee bairn of an exhibit, it did turn out to be quite a bit of fun.  despite the public image of grand artistes as free-wheeling cads, in reality I think a large portion of truly creative types are also truly obsessive and truly neurotic.  combine that with their capacity for wit, art, and ingenuity, and you get some really really cool lists.  and we all know how I feel about lists (does this mean I’m creative?)

a land flowing with milk and honey

… is sort of what full frame cameras have been made out to be.  sure, you can get bigger, more expensive, more baller, more exotic gear (read: hasselblad digital back), but you can say that about pretty much anything these days.  hell, you could blow 25K on a Mont Blanc pen featuring a picture of Gandhi if you really wanted (here for those of you who really are both really ironic and desperate to shed cash).  but Canon’s 5D Mark II and Nikon’s D700 are the Corvettes of the camera world – adrenalin-pumping action and stunning performance and yet your children aren’t consigned to eating dog food for the next dozen years.