Haven’t been shooting much of late, instead focusing all energies on the digital tightrope that is internet job hunting alongside my copilot/seat warmer here.
When in doubt, shoot the cat. on that chair. again.
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It’s funny what insomnia breeds, especially with 24-hour access to cadaver-white gourds and a tackle box of clay carving implements. Though admittedly a hare-lipped template was in the works.
The Ectobee, lovable mascot of the ephemeral juggernaut Ectoplasmosis, was birthed from the brain meats of one E. Gauger (BUY STUFF).
Not even 12 hours later the thing looks a bit peaky, I’ll have to keep an eye on it.
Succumbed to gourd based carvery, playing with an some idea(s) here.
Hardest part was the photo, having been absolutely bombarded with loose, unsecured networks after driving only a block.
The iPhone Modem app is nice but EDGE coverage here is horrid, didn’t stand up to the flash based systems needed.
Yeah, open routers as far as the eye can see. Nothing new here
The novelty wore off quick, at least my article got submitted.
Came across this last week over at LS. It’s pretty rare I get sucked in to a meme but after just a taste I had to do my own.
Carrying the camera around all day (the originator shot all his on the new d90) was surreal, I gravitated towards documentation process but the thing about video vs photo is the number of freakin’ factors on an angle. It was only with restraint that I wrapped up without any staged footage other than doing something twice. Like the microwave.
Even without much on the agenda it was difficult, wallowing in this foreign medium, to cut and prune down to 90 seconds.
I prefer photos. I think at the end I had 140 or so clips, a lot for 90 seconds. Motion is not something I’m accustomed to capturing, though there were some shots yesterday that clicked but fell to the cutting room floor. More of the lizard hunting, had to tie my shoe during the run.
Refreshing though. Perhaps VotD will get thrown in mix.
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EDIT: Explore!?
Spotted in the engineered wild of Chicago’s northern burbs.
There are certainly many ways to measure success. For myself the time when obscurity lent directly to appeal is long gone. It must feel pretty awesome to see your work staring back at you from the shelves.
How many occurrences equate tradition?
As if I really needed an excuse to, you know, travel and drink with one of my Marine buddies. While most of my commentary from last year still rings true the difference in photography between that one and this (full set there) is pretty freakin drastic. I wish I could claim it’s better but will settle for different.
We ended up in Munich on the last day of the fest and it was packed, easily five times the people as last time. We didn’t plan to spend the day in the tents for this go instead opting to feed off the collective energy for a while, grab just a few beers, and gorge on that fucking chicken that I lusted after for the last year.
Seriously, it’s just chicken > season > roast > cut in half > eat with fingers. Why isn’t this done everywhere?
Wouldn’t mind going for three next year.
Of the probable dozen trips to the Field Museum perhaps two have been on weekdays, which means that usually these bones are swarmed with touchy grabby humanoids.
Catching up with the treasure trove of shots I’ve taken in the last couple of weeks, impact imminent.
