Being Silly

I took these in the bathroom.  The lights in there are tungsten, and the yellow paint on the wall makes the light warm.  I was home after a few beers and started playing.

 I think I’ll start using my old blog for pictures, save this one mostly for writing.  Click here for a link.

It’s in the mail!

Not the check, the digital SLR.  I can’t wait till it gets here.  I really can’t.  I haven’t felt like this in a long time, it’s nice to be excited about something.  Here’s what my new baby looks like.   And to brag a little, I’m paying a lot less than the price they list there–a LOT less.

Spring Break, camera obscura, and Modest Mouse.

No Padre Island, but it is spring break.  I spending it working on catching up on homework.  How exciting, you might think, but it’s not all work.   Thanks to an especially generous Christmas and Birthday endowment from my progenitors, I am working on re-activating a part of my life that has long lay dormant: the photographic part.  I am awaiting delivery of a shiny new Nikon digital camera with a few lens.  I still have some funds to get a few more accessories thanks to some careful price comparisons.  I’m really excited, I think that next to school, this will be the best thing that’s happened to me in  awhile.  I’ll post a few choice shots here in the future.

I already know that I’m interested in surfaces that reflect an unconscious design generated by human activity.  I guess I can show it better than explain it right now.   I’m also interested in competing philosophies that collide in a single object.  For instance, there is this graffitti all over the train cars that pass by the tracks near campus.  I’m not so interested in the comment of the graffitti itself, but I find the color choices interesting; the indutrial, utilitarian of the train cars, and the commercially created spray paint.  Even though the graffitti is intended as a subversion, the color of the paint was chosen for commercial appeal.  That juxtaposed to the choice of colors of the train cars makes for interesting color collisions, and it’s really an unconscious choice of juxtaposition.  I mean, the graffitist didn’t paint the cars to make them “pretty” they were making another statement, the color of the cars were chosen not to make a statement except for the ownership of the car.  So I think it’ll be fun to make these colors my own.

Lastly, I’ve been somewhat obsessed with this song lately.  SHAKE, SHAKE, SHAKE, SHAKE, SHAKE.