there was a time that I cropped everything in camera. Back in the glorious days of my K1000. One shot, a wait, the result. If I got it, I got it. If I didn’t, it wasn’t meant to be. That was the magic. After going digital I mostly still tried to stick to the pure approach, but the temptation to succumb to photoshop and the ability to see the results glowing off the back of your camera has tarnished that purity. Snap. ‘Hmm… not quite… delete.’ Snap. ‘mmm…. delete’ Snap.
This is one of the first shots I took with my first DSLR (rebel xt… that’s x-tra trout baby, and don’t you forget it!). long before I acquired photoshop. Back when I had no idea how or why to edit a photo. It’s something that happens to me when I go to the mall.
I’ve always been a wordsmith. Despite this rambling description, I enjoy language and it’s manipulation. I see words everywhere I go. Sometimes I see them hiding in other words. They giggle at me, like little leprechauns, thinking they’re hiding. They’re always a little embarrassed when I catch them, but they still pose. I fear they might begin to tell me things I don’t want to know.
This one was taken from the title of a store called Garage where suburban kids with too much money buy clothes that look faded and old or that make them look like they have little self respect.
as seen in my calendar reality edited