Today was a pretty lazy Sunday. I spent most of my day doing laundry and making 4×6 prints of some of my recent photos of family and a few that I wanted to keep in my album.
Speaking of albums, I know that it seems kind of strange to some, but to me it’s not really a photograph until it’s been printed, and you can hold it in your hand. I have taken thousands of photos since I started learning photography and I have shared probably hundreds of them that anyone with any talent or knowledge about photography would have trashed. The pictures on this site, my Instagram, Facebook, or any of the many other photo sharing sites are nice and its great seeing how people react to each new upload, but the ones that I’ve printed out and live in a physical space in my album. Those are the special ones. It’s almost like at that point it’s final and preserved in time.
Anyhow, I don’t really know where I was going with that. I had replaced my overhead lights in the kitchen, so I needed to take a trip down to the dumpster to dispose of the bad florescent tubes. I took my T7 with me and took the long way back. I took a ton of really bad pictures of cars, shadows, rocks, drainpipes that looked like limp dicks, and they pretty much all sucked. I saw a dragonfly land on a bush and managed to get a halfway decent image. I also really liked this beat up concrete frog that one of the residents had next to their garden. The third photo I decided to share out of today’s batch is just a motorcycle that I thought looked really cool.
I had wanted to take a trip to the river, or perhaps back to the Zoo/Oxley or maybe the local airstrip. But I had too many chores and errands to take care of today that I just didn’t have the time. But hey, at least it wasn’t cat pictures.
