The lack of blog posts is directly related to the fact that I cannot seem to detach myself from my newly gifted camera. Which, in turn, makes it quite difficult to type.
A bright, shiny, new camera. Witt is way too good to me. People are beginning to call me spoiled rotten, and I do not disagree.
It's like Christmas in February over here. And I'm worse than the kid who got the brand new bicycle. I can think of nothing else. Click, click, click. All I want to here is the satisfying sound of the shutter. Oh I wish you could hear it.. so solid. It reminds me of my very, very old metal Nikkormat, which was built to withstand war zones, I swear.
What many people find funny is that I still have the fascination with taking this brand new, perfect, sharply focusing and camera and stick it through the lenses of old camera to make imperfect shots.
But that's just me. It's not perfect until it's messy.
So is life.