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"We see Eggelston taking photographs around Memphis. He wanders, camera in hand and at the ready, moving slowly whilst looking at the detail of the landscape, he homes in on a potential subject, adjusts his position one, two or three times and then shoots one frame and walks away."
 

From an article describing what it's like to live in the same small town that Eggleston grew up. 

Yesterday and today I took exactly one photograph. I'm tempted to do the same with film. It would mean 30+ days without an update here. In a perfect world, 36 days. What could go wrong?

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 A photo that makes you squint because of the brightness. I squint anyway. I don't know that I've managed this with a photograph before, though I've tried. 

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 Woodland by Gillian Welch. Do yourself a favor. 

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 Pizza. Detroit style. From scratch. Yum.

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 Might be my favourite picture from the last couple of months. 

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I sold this watch today. I buy and sell a few. Hobby? Thinly veiled consumerism? How much is a watch worth? They can be, might be little bits of art that you wear on your wrist. Seiko is Seiko, but King Seiko is a step above. The details are beautiful. There is something to this. An effort above and beyond. No precious metals. Not even an absurd price tag, though they will cost you more than any reasonable person would pay for a watch. 

I sold it today. And another one. The sale of a third is pending. It's a tidy sum that I've collected. It was a tidy sum I put out to obtain these. The sums are nearly equal; I got to experience these for next to nothing. 

Watches are ridiculous. I might have one more in me. It'll be equally ridiculous. What else was I going to do? 

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 I bought a fisheye lens a few weeks ago. I use it rarely. I was starting to think I had no use for it until today. No other lens would have taken this photograph of an immersive 360° screen. Even if some of the panels are missing. 

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 I ate here once about 30 years ago. I've not been back since. Maybe it's time. I remember it being quite good. 

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 Like a dream, of a memory of summer, and a little fuzzy. Out of focus. There it is. There it was. 

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 Greg Girard at the Polygon. I've been twice. I'll go a third time. 

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 A generational basketball player nearing retirement age. Now available as an air freshener. No indication of what a King James air freshener smells like. Pine? Victory? 

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 Vancouver. In one picture.

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