This week I gave myself tennis elbow flinging the tennis ball for Butters. No kidding.
But I had a better week this week. We had two great guest posts, both of which "came in over the transom"—old-timey newsroom-speak meaning, roughly, just showed up. The first was a converted comment by Chris May about start-up speed and wake-up speed in cameras (my computer is very hard to get out of bed, too). That one hit a chord with y'all. Many of you, we learned, share Chris's vestigial tic of nervously half-pressing the shutter button to keep the camera awake.
The other guest post was quirkier, by JG about making a digital view camera. For most people I suspect that's a "why bother" project, but it does point out one very important factor about photography—namely, that fun is where you find it. JG possesses a certain mechanical genius—he's also done strange and wonderful things to Porsches—and it's something he really wanted to do. Whatever has "energy" for you is a great project, in my book.
Apart from that, we linked to a Flickr video series; were astonished by Getty Images' gall and greed; and nattered over the Nikon D500 and 105mm ƒ/1.4...mainly because I got my head turned (again) by the idea of a do-everything Nikon, which is a regular, once-every-few-years occurrence in my life. (Some people get bouts of Leica lust, or are just afflicted by grass-is-greener-over-in-that-other-brand syndrome.) And then there was the "Big Words" post, in which Yr. Hmbl. Host went so far off the topic of the post (Gail Buckland's Who Shot Sports and the show it illustrates) that ya kinda had to wonder what the connection was. (I was critiquing a review of the show, ostensibly. Or the writing in the review. Let's just say I sometimes try a little too hard to shoehorn disparate subjects into photo-oriented posts and leave it at that, shall we?) At least we got to see the first sports photograph, which I personally thought was cool to know about. I have to add that I spent a lot of time in my youth trying to like Hill and Adamson's work and never quit got there, but that's just me.
Oh, and no "Open Mike" this week. I wrote one, but the Editor rejected it. Hey, it happens.
Which reminds me: "floccinaucinihilipilification" means to esteem something as valueless...like the valueless word floccinaucinihilipilification, which is virtually never used except as an example of a big word.
The Patreon page looks pretty purposeful, but it was the only picture I had that fit.
And I started a Patreon campaign, at the suggestion of several readers, and it's going great so far. (Thanks to everyone, by the way.)
Maybe it will pay for a picture or two, because the site was too gray this week. (I.e., too much text, not enough pictures.)
Finally, there were three posts I meant to write but didn't. (Oh, wait—four.) Maybe I can get to them next week.
See you on Monday. Hope you have a pleasant, calm, unruffled, tranquil, unbusy, well-composed weekend—that's what I have planned.
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