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It's pretty easy. Or you could use this to say something, I don't bite unless asked to.
Spring and autumn are fantastic, much better than summer for instance. The only problem is the quick shift in temperature. It makes my head hurt. I’ve had headache for two days now, but it’s starting to be better.
And the sun is rather neat not quite as neat as theparallax layers in fog, but anyway. Can’t have it all right? Unless you’re really greedy but then fuck you.
This photo is fram last summer. The text on the bridge says “poop” in Swedish.
Either I’d want one of those old British train station clocks on the wall or I’d like one of these. Time means nothing if it’s ugly.
In today’s GPOYW: the divided self-esteem.
Regular readers — many of whom still haven’t said “hi” (I count being followed as an “heeello” so you tumblrs are off the hook for now) — know or at least have figured out that this self esteem isn’t something I got in huge quantities. Second guesses and odd ideas, and that part about other people? I could talk about that for hours.
This could be a good thing. This might also be severe delusions. I’d like to believe that I have quality instead of quantity. Correct or delusions? Who knows? Who cares? I think it works for me, at least right now. While I might have problem with myself, and I do, I don’t have that about my output. It’s weird, I know, it makes no sense whatsoever. It’s a bit like mathematics, only less evil.
I know when what I do is great and when it’s just so-so. There’s been exclamations of “this is bloody fantastic!” with out even a hint of lies and self-deception. Then of course I’ve let it lie there unused because I couldn’t muster up enough to actually show it to people. Never been loud about what I do, but I’m working on that. I’m also working a bit on keeping the arrogance in check — this might not be noticeable from the outside but it’s there inside my head and it bothers me.
Monica and the Explosion. “Hej, jag heter Monica och jag är ett punkband.” She was very good and rocked harder than several bands with more than one member.
I’ve borrowed a Nikkor 70-300mm f4-5,6 from Tommy, so I had to go out and try it. Of course I fucked up a lot of the shots but damn, it was fun with the rangefinder mode and no auto-focus. Still love my 50mm more though.
I got a zoom-lens and I’m more interested in buildings than animals. Could be that the only animals I’ve seen so far has been birds. Birds are boring.
Give me something with expressions: a cat, a dog, a fox — fuck it, I want to see an electric elephant.
Test with a small lamp. It failed to do what I wanted and then the bulb fizzled. Everything was thrown into darkness.
Tried to get a good photo of cats doing a high noon duel outside the window. One of them though, decided to hide behind the tree. So that was a failure.
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