make some decisions
yesterday's shoot didn't happen, so i went home and crashed headlong into beautiful sleep. at night, yet another impromptu decision sent me packing off to mag's place. we met at the interchange, jammed the ezlink machine, laughed, ran away and watched history boys. this is a movie that gets better the more times it is watched.
we napped for two hours, and rose to the dark. the air outside was cold as we walked through the rows of hdb flats. it was a new experience for me, peaceful, yet somehow tinged with oddness. the beach disappointed us with its lacklustre sun, but we made what we could of it. we got wet; shot birds and beetles and wasps; towed a lost trolley to the edge of the shore.
mag asked me why i liked photography. i couldn't really explain.. how do you explain? the strangely shaped lump of metal in my hand, so finely tuned but yet so clumsy. the split-second click of the shutter, the z-z-z sound of the advance lever, the gentle squeak of the rewinding crank. maybe it's the sounds.
i'm catching up with people who mean much to me, but sometimes it feels like i'm not fast enough, and that i'm slowly losing people on the periphery.
we napped for two hours, and rose to the dark. the air outside was cold as we walked through the rows of hdb flats. it was a new experience for me, peaceful, yet somehow tinged with oddness. the beach disappointed us with its lacklustre sun, but we made what we could of it. we got wet; shot birds and beetles and wasps; towed a lost trolley to the edge of the shore.
mag asked me why i liked photography. i couldn't really explain.. how do you explain? the strangely shaped lump of metal in my hand, so finely tuned but yet so clumsy. the split-second click of the shutter, the z-z-z sound of the advance lever, the gentle squeak of the rewinding crank. maybe it's the sounds.
i'm catching up with people who mean much to me, but sometimes it feels like i'm not fast enough, and that i'm slowly losing people on the periphery.