As I'd Like
Friday. Head in a bubble this morning, the sky overcast. They say sun later with the temperatures in the sixties and seventies rather than the eighties and nineties, which is nice. Cool last night with the overcast, decent sleeping weather, although I awoke an hour early. Breakfast at the usual place, milk and orange juice picked up at the supermarket on the way back. Today a holiday for most of those still working, tomorrow fireworks on the Fourth. Some bitching in the paper this morning about Oakland spending money on a fireworks display, the cost of police overtime mostly, the economy in a terrible state. I understand what they're saying, but I'm going to enjoy the fireworks anyway.
The wireless webcams are working. All that was needed was a check mark added to a check box in their setup screens. I'd mention what it was, but it would be too embarrassing.
Now to point them at something and see what it might take to send some of it to the web. Or make it visible from the web. Actually, I know how to do that by assigning each camera a static IP address, but that won't work in wireless mode. This is video: lots of bits and bytes. Might not be possible. Still, working video. Life is good. For about five minutes, I'm thinking, before the rush washes off.
It's noon now as I write, the sun has been out for some two hours. The breeze is nice, but I wonder if we won't see something above eighty by the afternoon. I'm sitting here comparing my attitude and sinus-palate dysfunction to my urge to get out of the apartment. Maybe a trip to San Francisco? Once I get out the door and hit the air the attitude generally takes off. A camera with a lens of some sort and size for company, bus pass in hand?
Later. In chasing down the year a particular Gay Pride parade photo was taken I leafed through the binders holding my early black and white contact sheets. Most were technically terrible. Most left me with no feelings at all. Why this particular image? Why that? What was I thinking? Why did I continue? Why didn't I give up? Because I'd occasionally find a “good” shot? Was that enough?
The move to digital cured over exposure - under exposure and that's good. Not great, there's still a photographer waltzing behind the camera, but good. Really good. But really, what was I seeing back then when I was starting out?
What are you seeing now?
Not as much as I'd like.
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