sprunging spring

most of it's gone.


hopefully for the last time.

Bon voyage Olympus

This was the last photo I took with the old Olympus CAMEDIA C-5000 Zoom, an all-around handy point-and-shoot. It was taken in the late afternoon on 12 Dec. while driving west on NY-17, just before the turn-off for Rt. 201. The 5000 equals the whopping 5 megapixels of the camera. even with poor lighting, I enjoy the silhouettes of the lamppost and power lines set against a typical cloudy day in Binghamton.

The red eucalyptus leaves is the first photo I took on the Canon SX-10 IS. Since getting it, I've already missed tons of great opportunities to test the settings out. Reading reviews of it, and ignoring the quibbles from the hoards of camera geeks, I'm very happy with what it offers and the clarity of the zoom. The only better sensor out there would be on a DSLR, and I am no where near that affluent (yet) to afford one. I'm hoping to hone my compositional technique on this camera before venturing into the blue horizon of DSLRs anyways. I look back at my old Canon Rebel 35mm-film camera and memories of the photography class I took in high school return. And there is always the WWW to offer a nice review of what I should already know.

coldness envelopes

Downer nostalgia:

I remember a commercial on the radio for Lollapalooza. I was 9 and listening to Soundgarden. Loud announcers……1994. Solar eclipse……”crocodile tears.”



Transformed sport:

my first experience leaving the bar ended in a joint being smoked under scaffolding to an audience of intoxicated hecklers.
my most recent experience leaving the bar ended in a malnourished metal-kid bumming a smoke from the former joint-roller.



Solstice songs:

Ohm+

anal-eyes in the storm

I have found many stories to tell, with many plot twists and intricacies of characters/players and controversial themes of microbial debauchery. In other words, I've been making progress.

Winter arrives early

Party in the permafrost

temperature: 3°F (-16°C)

Temp diff 3 hrs NE from NYC = -20°F (-11°C)

walking in the cold, hungover, is a definite cure.

working in a well

fell down a well and found some pretty good company. i might stay here and ask for my things to be brought down later. yet will i permit myself to work? (of course, you need to work in any condition. well, that is easy to determine)

warming to a certain tepidity. (Willets Point, Shea Stadium)

0044

haven't felt this way in a while. i feel like the static is starting to clear from my speaker-eyes.

detour (whole in the ground)

The feeling had changed from an amalgam of hope, passive joy and mild relief to a deep idleness, a dread of being left behind when all others were being washed towards the island of progress. Sabbatical? Sub-par performance? Poor writing? The supposed strength became an obvious weakness, as the lion sinks its teeth deep into the shoulder, rendering limbs lifeless and void of use. The mind is still in shock; there were no clues to be seen prior to the straightforward statement. You remember being told this, “Be ready for anything at anytime from anybody.” Have you forgotten it? Maybe you have had enough good fortune to forget it.

I undoubtedly have had good fortune, yet I don’t think this is the shock of receiving distraughtly sudden news. I feel I was in a perpetual state of passivity, as you have mentioned with my now dreadful feeling if idleness. In fact, I feel most of the time I am passively pensive, perturbed or downtrodden. Sometimes I feel as if I take the people I meet for granted. I do have an idea of poor states of the mind, of the heart, or of misfortune. I create my own misfortune that counters the positive actions done towards me. I feel it is my intrinsic reaction to embrace sadness through happiness. It creates a sense of being that I feel is who I am.

Well, all I am saying is misfortune is universal. And don’t get too emotional you damn vagina.

Takes one to know one, sunshine.

post post-haste

spent a night on a branch, casually looking over to the other sitting there. was it too much to ask? then again, we were fairly high off the ground.

flooding

major flooding in june (main drainage channels)

major flooding in mid november (tributaries to main channels)

minor flooding late november (week prior to freezing temperatures (small tributaries and creeks)

little sleep for the for stalled papers.

wish to just lie down and never get up again.

lost the hunger, slept for 13 hours. lost time, found a drive for keeping.