hiding. i wonder if i'm hiding sometimes. behind the f stops and the shutter and not living. not out there doing it. being it. living it. rather, framing it, composing it and clicking it.
i can't be too caught up in that. because this box, its with me all the time. i can't put it down. constantly strapped across my chest. the strap says nikon or canon or sometimes its a little thin strap connected to a black toy camera. but it's there just like i'm there.
visceral is not the right word, but it's the first word that comes to mind. (See: Choke, Also: Chuck Palahniuk) is there a point when life stops becoming visceral because it's constantly being filtered through this box?
these thoughts resurface after a front porch conversation last night as the first few hours of october were passing. i hadn't taken many pictures and was asked why. i dunno, i just don't feeeel like it.
well, all this is just silly anyway right? or is it
Tuesday, October 2, 2007
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There is nothing wrong with always having your camera and shooting everything that you experience, IF you see something or feel something when you are shooting it. Many times I will be asked if I have my camera with me all the time and I tell them I like to have it just in case. If I see something, I WILL take a photo. If I don't, I won't. I never feel like I am missing out on anything because when I am occupied doing/experiencing something, the camera does not control me. I control it and I will lift it up, focus and click when I want to.
Good thing we're not painters, or sculptures. That'd be a lot of material to haul to the club...
Don't you ever wanna be riding that bull? or wrecking that bike? or eating the 148 hot dogs?
I suppose I get sensory overload seeing all these random quirky things all the time and feel like my life is falling short. Like somehow I gotta get to that level.
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