Wondering if anyone can tell I’m sitting here inside on a beautiful day scanning slides and tumbling my brains out?
The posts get more facile as the tedium increases.
Still, my aesthetic sense makes me a devotee of colour slide. Maybe someday I’ll ditch the hipster trappings and take up a digi, but I get better results on my old Leica M6 than I’ve ever had driving a newfangled capture device. There’s something about working within the constraints of 36 frames and photo chemical processes that just appeals to me.
I think it’s about narrowing the constraints to a bare minimum, so that the creativity of the shoot can be second nature. There’s a fine balance between working the technical side, and letting things happen in the moment. With a rangefinder film camera, I feel like you’re forced to walk that edge with alacrity.
Reading ancient wisdom over coffee in the corner at Atrium Habit. Aristotle got a lot of things right about how people behave; still looking for the fly in the ointment. My intuition is it will come in the section on pleasure: I’ve always tended towards Epicureanism. Planning to read Epicurus next, for balance.
