The Biogon usually handles flare better than this. Perhaps there was a big, greasy fingerprint on it this day. Keep your optics clean.
I think I’ve taken some variation of this picture in this place (underneath the skylight outside our apartment door) approximately 50 times. There’s something instructive about repeating yourself. More on that later.
Kate tried to explain to me what this is, but I didn’t get it. Apparently I’ve led a sheltered life because all this makes me think of is the boat trip scene in Gravity’s Rainbow.
My pocket is full of cash from the recent sale of my D80 (yay for craigslist). In the post-sale euphoria, I normally start dreaming about what to buy next, but I can’t come up with anything. None of the current digicams hold any interest for me apart from the Canon G9 and the Leica M8, but I can’t imagine what I would do with either of those that I can’t do now besides not shooting film, which I’m not inclined to do at the moment. If we were to graph my satisfaction with shooting film, it would look like a wave, and having recently hit something like the bottom, my satisfaction has been steadily growing. So no digital, for the moment.
A medium format camera is always an option. Hasselblads and Mamiya rangefinders still look like fun to me, but I’d need a new scanner too, and then probably a new computer to handle the larger files, which would probably also mean that it would make sense to upgrade photoshop. It all just seems like too much bother when I don’t really know what I’d do with it.
There are still accessories that I could go for. Perhaps I should coble together some magnifiers to give my Hexar a .9x VF? It’s a thought, and a fairly cheap one at that, but it’s unlikely to revolutionize my photography. Perhaps if I was eyeing a fast fifty I’d be more inclined to go this route, but I don’t do that much shooting in really low light anymore; I’m getting too old to hang out in dark bars.
So, for the first time in a long time, I can’t think of a piece of photographic gear that I want. Given that I haven’t purchased any new camera or optical gear in over a year, this is kind of an odd feeling. Am I loosing my gear lust? Does this mean I’m in danger becoming one of those guys that answer every forum post about gear with that tired old rant, ‘It’s not the gear but the photographer.’ Or am I actually finding the artistic process more interesting than the technical process? I’m finding that the intellectual part of the process is shifting away from the technical decisions. Although the technical decisions are still interesting, they are like warming up and stretching before a workout; they are what I do before I do the thing I do so that I can do the thing better. It will be interesting to see how long this lasts and where it leads.
Daylight Savings Time sucks.