Time to start writing again.
It had to happen at some point.
In the meantime, WordPress has moved all the cheese. It’ll take me some time to figure it all out. Things are all shiny and new and I’m rusty. Go easy on me.
I’m dealing with rush hour traffic four mornings a week this semester. I can’t help but wonder how people do this for years of their lives. Is this what I’m signing up for if I do change careers? Have I avoided the rat race for so long, just to finally succumb to fighting vehicular congestion and idiocy for hours each week?
Aren’t we all cogs of some variety, just parts of different machines?
Or should I just go to bed earlier?
It’s been a cold, white winter. Many people have been complaining about it, and I suppose I can understand this intellectually even if my own reactions to winter are drastically different.
The way some people speak of snow and cold is the same as how I talk about glaring sun and heat in the summer.
I took the Mamiya 645 out to play a couple of weeks ago. The sun was bright and it was very very cold – exactly the kind of weather that invigorates me. The camera, however, had other ideas and the cold made the shutter operate slower than I was asking it to do. I ended up with very overexposed pictures that seemed at first to be unusable. The shots above were somewhat ‘salvaged’ with adjustment of shadow, midtone, and highlight levels, the same way some people try to wring some kind of enjoyment out of an otherwise unpleasant situation.
This next one, however, seemed resistant to any efforts to ‘improve’ it.
Then I realized that I didn’t even want to change it. I love everything in this photo that most people would say was wrong with it. So instead of fighting it, I embrace it just as unapologetically as I embrace winter.
Maybe it’s because I was born a Pisces. Maybe because I’m just contrary by nature. I don’t know. Whatever the reason, however, I find that my life is constantly being pulled in two different directions. How do you think I came up with my blog name, after all?
These days, the conflict manifests itself in my roles as both student and teacher, and in the decision to either keep teaching and trying to squeeze more
money blood out of the stone of academia, or to finish my training as a paralegal and enter the legal profession.
It seems fitting, then, that I’ve recently tried my first intentional double exposure photograph. I’ve had a few happy accidents with this in the past, but I hadn’t yet tried to plan one. It came out well enough to encourage me to do more.
As for my double life and whether or not the results will also be encouraging, I guess I’ll just have to keep shooting and hope for the best!