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Makes Me Upset As I mentioned, I used two cameras to shoot the Gay Pride Parade, but I'm not sure I used much in the way of brains. I checked the color film camera before I started, but I made the mistake of not checking for any adjustments I'd made during my last outing and during my last outing (the Blues Festival near Jack London Square) I'd adjusted the camera to overexpose by 1 2/3 stops in a situation that needed it. You pay extra for a camera that allows you to overexpose by 1 2/3 stops, that allows you to shoot yourself in the foot.
This wouldn't have been a problem with color print film, since you can usually
overexpose it
I'm told my new apartment will be available on August 8th.
OK. Real world. I'll give notice tomorrow for the 15th and give myself
Hmmmm. I'm thinking I'm too tired to write. Everything I've written sounds choppy and forced and irrelevant. Well, maybe all of this journal business is irrelevant, choppy or not. Grasshopper and ant. How original, how perceptive, how absolutely impossible to read without throwing up. I told you moving makes me upset. |
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by as many as three stops and still get good results, since they can adjust
for the error during printing or in PhotoShop. (A good rule of thumb, if
you're shooting color prints, is to err on the overexposure side if there's
any question, since you have lots of leeway if you make a mistake.) Slides
are sensitive to any kind of overexposure or underexposure and most of the
pictures I took are somewhat washed out. OK, but not great. Funny,
really. The hot photographer who thought he'd shot some hot pictures
was a stone cold bust. Good thing I wasn't shooting for a client. There
are some reasonable shots, but nothing to crow about. (Lesson learned,
at least until I make it again. Which I will.) The color camera
had the better focus, by the way, to answer my question from yesterday.
It should, I guess, given what it costs.
a week's overlap. If I had to, I'd do the move in a single day, but I don't
have to and this moving business is going to make me crazy enough without
that kind of pressure. What do I mean by crazy? Well, just elevated blood
pressure, just irritability, just a bunch of jumpy stuff. Keep it at a
minimum. I'm older, I've moved before, no reason to repeat the stupidities
of the past. Send out change of address cards, pack boxes every night,
arrange storage for half this crap and don't use the writing of this
journal as a reason to avoid it. Do them both, do them a little at a time.
I'm writing this and listening to myself and generating little enthusiasm.
No enthusiasm. I feel like the grasshopper of The Grasshopper and the
Ant. I want to fiddle a tune and skip packing these boxes until the
last minute. Am I a grasshopper or an ant?