Photography
You know how when one you're on Facebook Marketplace trying to sell some snow tires, and you accidentally spot a Nikon FE2 for sale? That happened to me yesterday. The FE2 was part of a box of vintage Nikon gear for sale. I was only interested in the
It's hard to simplify things when I don't know what the word even means to me.
Photography
While doing some spring cleaning this week, I ran into a box of old cameras that I had marked "To Sell" but forgot about. The box had an old Olympus digital and a bunch of beat-up OM-2n film cameras and accessories. This was neat, but what I was
Photography
Roll of HP5 from the Leica M3. All frames were using the Summilux 50mm ASPH. Developed in HC-110(b). Scanned on the Epson V850 using Silverfast.
Journal
Screw it, I just want to take the things in my head and vomit them onto the internet, but which tool works best for that? I think it's my daily notes, but using whatever SSG-of-the-week isn't ideal. Micro.blog is probably ideal, but I don'
Blogging
I'm still working through the next blogging option
Workflow
Remember my Reduce and Simplify goal for 2024? That was a good idea, eh? Here's the thing, even after committing again a year later, in Reduce & Simplify - Redux 2025, I've done neither of those things. In fact, nearly six months after the Redux post,
Software
Folder Preview is a quick look extension for previewing the contents of folders on macOS. It's $1.99 and worth every penny. (via Andrew Canion)
Quote
The luminous and shocking beauty of the everyday is something I try to remain alert to, if only as an antidote to the chronic cynicism and disenchantment that seems to surround everything, these days. It tells me that, despite how debased or corrupt we are told humanity is and how
Journal
Do I like putting daily notes here in Ghost? I don't think I do. It's easy, though, so that's what I'm doing today. Using Ghost feels wrong, somehow, although I can't put my finger on why.
books
This powerful book is Didion’ s attempt to make sense of the “weeks and then months that cut loose any fixed idea I ever had about death, about illness ... about marriage and children and memory ... about the shallowness of sanity, about life itself.
Journal
Each morning, I wake up not knowing how I'm going to feel about things. Will I feel like running my life on paper notebooks and index cards? Will I want to move to Linux? Will I sell all my film cameras? Do I want to live in the