preserve your memories, they're all that's left you
After looking at my friends' flickr albums, I realize that I really need to start taking more pictures. Many, many more. I'm so bad about it. What's the point of having a nice digital camera if I'm not going to use it all the time? I mean, it's practically limitless picture taking, it's not as if I have to spend money getting them all developed, only to find that a fourth are blurry, a fourth are bad shots, another fourth have my finger somewhere in the shot, and the rest are worth it.
Though, I have to say: for Memorial Day, M. and I joined friends out on Long Island near Fire Island for the weekend; I'd forgotten my camera, so I wound up buying one of those disposable ones. And somehow, it made me far more determined to take pictures; maybe because, without the instant gratification of digital cameras, that old excitement and anticipation about what the film will yield kicks in. It's good motivation. I also took the camera out the next weekend when johnny_savage, L., M. and I went to a friend's horse farm out in Jersey for a sun-, food-, and fun-filled day, so there's some pictures from that, too.
Last weekend I went to my five year college reunion. It sucked. Well, actually, after looking at some flickr pictures from the event, I decided today that I need to stop bitching so much about how bad it sucked, because clearly, some of the pictures show me having a ton of fun (probably directly proportional to my BAC, but still.) I brought my digital camera with me, expecting to want to take tons and tons of pictures; instead I took four, and three were of the same thing, trying to get the best shot. Luckily, a few of my friends also had their digital cameras and took pictures when I didn't. See, digital cameras make me lazy; I just let other people take pictures and make them email them to me later.
So I have maybe 9 pictures left on this disposable camera, then I finally get to develop the film. Maybe I'll bring it to Color Me Queer this weekend; one of the things that makes me paranoid about taking my digital camera with me places is that I'm scared I'll lose it, but losing the disposable one, while it would be sad, wouldn't be quite so catastrophic.
Though, I have to say: for Memorial Day, M. and I joined friends out on Long Island near Fire Island for the weekend; I'd forgotten my camera, so I wound up buying one of those disposable ones. And somehow, it made me far more determined to take pictures; maybe because, without the instant gratification of digital cameras, that old excitement and anticipation about what the film will yield kicks in. It's good motivation. I also took the camera out the next weekend when johnny_savage, L., M. and I went to a friend's horse farm out in Jersey for a sun-, food-, and fun-filled day, so there's some pictures from that, too.
Last weekend I went to my five year college reunion. It sucked. Well, actually, after looking at some flickr pictures from the event, I decided today that I need to stop bitching so much about how bad it sucked, because clearly, some of the pictures show me having a ton of fun (probably directly proportional to my BAC, but still.) I brought my digital camera with me, expecting to want to take tons and tons of pictures; instead I took four, and three were of the same thing, trying to get the best shot. Luckily, a few of my friends also had their digital cameras and took pictures when I didn't. See, digital cameras make me lazy; I just let other people take pictures and make them email them to me later.
So I have maybe 9 pictures left on this disposable camera, then I finally get to develop the film. Maybe I'll bring it to Color Me Queer this weekend; one of the things that makes me paranoid about taking my digital camera with me places is that I'm scared I'll lose it, but losing the disposable one, while it would be sad, wouldn't be quite so catastrophic.