Wednesday, August 29, 2018
18-8-29
Because I had nothing else to do I decided to build a smoker out of an old filing cabinet I had. Smoke is coming out of it. I think that means it works. It doesn't get quite hot enough though. I'll have to throw another burner in the lower drawer, meat racks are in the upper drawer, or will be in a day or so.
18-8-28
Some 8 years and a day later there's new steps in the backyard. I should have the railing up within a day or two.
18-8-27
Monday, August 27, 2018
18-8-26
There's a little note book in which I write letters to her. It's the third or fourth notebook, I can't remember. Fourth, I'd guess.
A friend texted me for the first time in months, years maybe. I had scanned my calendar earlier today and made a note of her birthday and how I should text her then, or earlier, it had been a while.
"Why haven't you called?"
"Well, that's a 2 way street. Why haven't you called?"
And then it was all punctuated with a "good bye."
Final, like.
I guess that's that.
A friend texted me for the first time in months, years maybe. I had scanned my calendar earlier today and made a note of her birthday and how I should text her then, or earlier, it had been a while.
"Why haven't you called?"
"Well, that's a 2 way street. Why haven't you called?"
And then it was all punctuated with a "good bye."
Final, like.
I guess that's that.
Thursday, August 23, 2018
18-8-23
Dario Pegoretti died today. 62 years old. Arguably the best bicycle frame builder there ever was. I owned one of his frames for a bit. It was the best bicycle I ever owned. And he was part of what inspired me to put my own name on a bicycle.
Wednesday, August 22, 2018
18-8-22
"Digital photography is not interesting for me." - Elliott Erwitt.
This is digital. It's a picture of flowers, well, mostly one flower, and maybe a day or two late into the bloom cycle. I don't know.
It's pretty, or pretty enough. Shot with a wide enough lens with a close enough focus range on a lark on a side street. And there it is.
I feel like it's time to change gears a bit, but I'm not sure how. Film? Elliott would say so. A different film camera? Maybe. I've got a good one that I haven't hardly used (is that a double negative?), and a short 35mm lens that would fit on it nicely. So there's that. Guess I'll figure it out tomorrow. Or the day after.
This is digital. It's a picture of flowers, well, mostly one flower, and maybe a day or two late into the bloom cycle. I don't know.
It's pretty, or pretty enough. Shot with a wide enough lens with a close enough focus range on a lark on a side street. And there it is.
I feel like it's time to change gears a bit, but I'm not sure how. Film? Elliott would say so. A different film camera? Maybe. I've got a good one that I haven't hardly used (is that a double negative?), and a short 35mm lens that would fit on it nicely. So there's that. Guess I'll figure it out tomorrow. Or the day after.
18-8-20
Little brother, with his little brother. This on the eve of Nikon making an announcement regarding a mirrorless full frame camera. Full frame may be about to get smaller too. More out of less can only be a good thing.
Monday, August 20, 2018
Tuesday, August 14, 2018
18-8-13
I've started to read the last Salinger book available for reading, as in, the one I haven't read yet. Steinbeck wrote a whole bunch of stuff over the years. I won't be left wanting for another classic author to read after finishing Salinger, not with Steinbeck in the wings. And there's a (very) short list of Raymond Carver books I haven't read yet, though I find satisfaction in rereading the Carver books I've already read.
I'm sure Steinbeck used a typewriter the first time these words were written. I'm happy to have made a machine repeat this event.
"One suits a moment in drunkness." Magnetic poetry moments.
We are what we are. And there's no fighting it. And, if we're lucky, we get to embrace it.
I'm sure Steinbeck used a typewriter the first time these words were written. I'm happy to have made a machine repeat this event.
"One suits a moment in drunkness." Magnetic poetry moments.
We are what we are. And there's no fighting it. And, if we're lucky, we get to embrace it.
Monday, August 13, 2018
Sunday, August 12, 2018
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