Going Cameraless, or: Personal Hell Population One
For those of you who haven't heard (hello, Sa!) my camera's in ill repair. And I haven't actually updated this site here in days, so guess what, you all (all two of you as far as I still know) get to hear my laments.
My camera is a Canon Digital Rebel EOS XS, and it rocks my world every time I touch it. As of Sunday, though, whenever I take a picture I get an error message telling me that I need to clean the lens contacts. Upon cleaning the lens contacts, I discovered that this did absolutely nothing, so where do happy broken cameras go? Back to the manufaturer, of course! And what happens to chronic photographers without cameras? They go STIR CRAZY!
Now, I do have a film camera that I will attempt to maximize in my time without my beautiful Rebel, but it's really kind of a piece of junk. It takes pictures. And that's about it. It can't even zoom or focus. Now really, I LOVE film, but after my Rebel I think I will have extreme difficulties getting quality pictures through a camera that I can't manipulate, AT ALL.
Not to mention my mom won't buy me film and I'm broke. Nobody supports the arts these days, I tell you. I don't think she understands the magnitude of this situation, when it could be SEVERAL WEEKS before my Rebel comes back. I have a compulsive NEED to photograph.
So, since I can't show off any of my own pictures, I'm going to talk about a picture that I did not, in fact, take.
I am just slightly wary talking about this picture and the fact that I LOVE IT, but I know my Two Readers will understand.
This is a picture of a child prostitue, and I've had it open in a tab in my browser for... going on two months, I suppose. That really... kind of... probably isn't a good thing, but the photo fascinates me. The whole subject instills this sort of disgusted curiosity in me, and I always want to know more. Would you call it a morbid fascination? But very loud parts of me keep asking questions; who's the girl? Where is she? What's it like? Does she think about her future at all? Is she doing it for her family? Does she HAVE a family? Did she chose this for herself? What's she like? What does her smile look like? Is she happy? Is she high? What do the people inside think when they see her? What did the photographer think? What did she think of being photographed? How old is she? How long has she been doing this?
You see what I mean? All these questions plague me when I see this picture, and for this reason I haven't been able to just close the tab and forget about it. But look at her face- she's emotionless, resigned. Look at her posture, weary, tired, just a little bent.
This is a sad picture of a sad girl living a tragic life. What's wrong with me? Why do I love this picture so much? geeze, guys, maybe I've got some serious problems even you don't realize.
My camera is a Canon Digital Rebel EOS XS, and it rocks my world every time I touch it. As of Sunday, though, whenever I take a picture I get an error message telling me that I need to clean the lens contacts. Upon cleaning the lens contacts, I discovered that this did absolutely nothing, so where do happy broken cameras go? Back to the manufaturer, of course! And what happens to chronic photographers without cameras? They go STIR CRAZY!
Now, I do have a film camera that I will attempt to maximize in my time without my beautiful Rebel, but it's really kind of a piece of junk. It takes pictures. And that's about it. It can't even zoom or focus. Now really, I LOVE film, but after my Rebel I think I will have extreme difficulties getting quality pictures through a camera that I can't manipulate, AT ALL.
Not to mention my mom won't buy me film and I'm broke. Nobody supports the arts these days, I tell you. I don't think she understands the magnitude of this situation, when it could be SEVERAL WEEKS before my Rebel comes back. I have a compulsive NEED to photograph.
So, since I can't show off any of my own pictures, I'm going to talk about a picture that I did not, in fact, take.
I am just slightly wary talking about this picture and the fact that I LOVE IT, but I know my Two Readers will understand.
This is a picture of a child prostitue, and I've had it open in a tab in my browser for... going on two months, I suppose. That really... kind of... probably isn't a good thing, but the photo fascinates me. The whole subject instills this sort of disgusted curiosity in me, and I always want to know more. Would you call it a morbid fascination? But very loud parts of me keep asking questions; who's the girl? Where is she? What's it like? Does she think about her future at all? Is she doing it for her family? Does she HAVE a family? Did she chose this for herself? What's she like? What does her smile look like? Is she happy? Is she high? What do the people inside think when they see her? What did the photographer think? What did she think of being photographed? How old is she? How long has she been doing this?
You see what I mean? All these questions plague me when I see this picture, and for this reason I haven't been able to just close the tab and forget about it. But look at her face- she's emotionless, resigned. Look at her posture, weary, tired, just a little bent.
This is a sad picture of a sad girl living a tragic life. What's wrong with me? Why do I love this picture so much? geeze, guys, maybe I've got some serious problems even you don't realize.