Monday, July 26, 2010
This is me as taken by M during a test shot.
Bemusingly, she took this blind - without a camera's viewfinder.
Why?
Three days ago my spray-on sunscreen blew up in the car, saturating my camera, ipod and cell phone.
The cell phone looks like blistered skin, the ipod's controller has popped out like an outey belly button*, and my camera, when activated, looks like it had crank case oil poured into it's guts.
I thought the camera was ruined but M theorized it was only the view finder and took this picture.
And while I don't especially like my appearance in this photo** I really like the composition. In fact, when I saw the little thumbnail in preview mode, I got a little excited, thinking it was one I'd taken and somehow forgotten.
But no. The larger image revealed myself as the subject and M as the photographer. Sigh.
The bemusing part is that M hadn't picked up a camera in I don't know how long, and without being able to see the shot came up with this.
It's not brilliant, but it's good.
And reminds me I have a ways to go.
*Interestingly, the ipod, which had been acting up - hammered on and sweat-soaked from numerous Camelback assaults - has never worked better!
**I look vaguely feminine -and- having played sand v-ball in the phoenician morning heat, I have a somewhat zombified countenance.
Saturday, July 17, 2010
Thursday, July 15, 2010
Tuesday, July 06, 2010
Sisyphus
I was momentarily disoriented in the stairwell this a.m., after walking Schroedinger.
We did our normal post-walk head butt - he, pausing to make eye contact, and I, bending to touch heads - but when I looked up I'd somehow lost my place, and the staircase seemed to ascend in a never ending fashion.
I wonder if Sisyphus ever experienced this, forgetting where he was at that pivotal moment when the rock nearly came to rest at the top of the hill.
We did our normal post-walk head butt - he, pausing to make eye contact, and I, bending to touch heads - but when I looked up I'd somehow lost my place, and the staircase seemed to ascend in a never ending fashion.
I wonder if Sisyphus ever experienced this, forgetting where he was at that pivotal moment when the rock nearly came to rest at the top of the hill.
Monday, July 05, 2010
This is That
Sunday, July 04, 2010
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