None on my wrist. I don’t wear them, and hate the way men use them as status symbols.
I have an internal clock that tells me what the time is. Don’t need a shiny piece of shrapnel on my wrist to remind me where, when or who I am.
I also hate watch adverts, bill boards, glossy magazine articles about watches. Unbelievable that these actually exist, but they do. They all push the same fake values of masculinity and shiny power. Poncey power toys for wanker boys.
I Rest My Case!
It’s not what you’ll possess
It’s how you will express
The essence of you
It’s not the wage you earn
It’s about the things you learn
And the love that you give
It’s not what you’ll conceal
It’s all that you’ll reveal
That will make you be you
The perfection of you
These images happened at around 06.00 in the morning on a snowy outing. I made two images of these trees. The first I exposed per my usual formula for challenging lighting conditions: using f11 and a 400 film with only the shutter speed varying. In this case, the shutter speed was about 5 seconds. And then to do a little experimenting I decided to flood the frame with some light and thus I made a second exposure, adding a ND Filter at f11 and ISO 400 but for about 2 minutes. I wanted to really overexpose the scene and render it much brighter under the unique ambient light that occurs on heavily overcast snowy days.
It’s not the years you pass
It’s about the moments that last
Forever in you
Changing ways, changing those surrounding you
Changing your ways, more than any man can do
Open your heart, show him the anger and pain, so you heal
Maybe he’s looking for his womanly side, let him feel
It’s your day, a woman’s day
When Siberia came a calling
Ashes in the snow
Can you believe photos not made by my Hasselblad? It’s true and it was deliberate. To be fair, I actually want to work with my DSLR more. I neglect that camera, which is easy to do when I have so many fun film cameras. Still, focusing on the digital was a good experience and I was happy with how we got along in the wild and wonderful snow play with Missy and Jonah.
To the bone
One more ear pull
My Nikon is getting long in the tooth, but it’s showing no signs of giving up by having gone to so many places in the world with me. I am not anti-digital, I just enjoy film more. So I am glad we are still friends.
Thinking about my next visit to Barcelona and where should I visit?
I dislike being a tourist; don’t like sightseeing popular/famous/fashionable places, traipsing around with other foreigners.
I like wildness, oldness, natural places, authentic life.
Different is unique it’s not a weakness.
Wonderfully cheesy pic of Cristiano in this ad. That Partridge smile. Four light beams coming out of his head. And the carefully-coiffed Sid Vicious hairstyle.
From a recent trip to Wild Boar Clough, a bit of wilderness I would like to explore more often. Having reached our turnaround point, I did a bit of wandering about the nearby forest.
Other than the occasional passing hiker, the place was largely deserted with only the leftover signs of greater human activity, such as this leftover woodpile.
Jonah at almost six months, ready for his first snowy moon stroll.
Time fascinates me. The fact that we invented it and created the rules of it, which we live within, and how those rules trickle down into how we photographers think and act and photograph.
But now and then I feel the urge to poke at those rules just a bit.
Moving here through time, like a watch that’s lost it’s wind