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March 15, 2019 - Comment

memory Image by ethan.john We took a trip to the cemetary yesterday. Not really as weird as it sounds since it’s (a) right next to dad’s house (b) huge (c) extremely well kept and open. It’s really like a giant park. It can’t be more than a third populated, and there’s a section of it

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camping 60 degree weather
Image by ethan.john
We took a trip to the cemetary yesterday. Not really as weird as it sounds since it’s (a) right next to dad’s house (b) huge (c) extremely well kept and open. It’s really like a giant park. It can’t be more than a third populated, and there’s a section of it that’s just military graves which can’t be more than 20% populated.

The weather was incredible. It was 60 degrees but the wind was blowing 30mph.

Dad has always been into gadgets. Yesterday he got out a box that once held the second digital camera he had ever purchased — the Olympus D450 Zoom — which I posted a picture of elsewhwere in my stream.

That camera was 1.3megapixels. This Canon is 18. Film is supposed to have a "potential" resolution of around 20, so 18 seems fine. It’s been 12 years since he bought that Olympus, which didn’t start but certainly spurred along my love affair with photography, and we are entering an age where the only reason to use a film camera is if you are uninformed or just want to be That Guy.

Soon we’ll have cameras that shoot 3D all the time, printers that print holographic images, computers that display 3D that doesn’t require glasses. Someday we’ll have sensors that record not only the color of incoming light but polarization and non-visible wavelengths. SLRs will slowly die as the quality of electronic viewfinders and new autofocus techniques makes SLR tradeoffs seem too costly.

I think it was probably my grandfather who "introduced" me to photography, in the sense that at that point in my life, him saying, "You have a great eye," meant more than my dad saying it.

But it was, of course, my dad who bought me cameras, gave me feedback and support, encouraged the hobby, and remains a wonderful sounding board and resource for all things Photog.

It’s important to him, as I’m sure it is for every father and will be for me, that I be an improved on the precious model. I’m sure he would be happy regardless of how my life Turned Out, but part of wanting the best for your children is wanting them to have it better than you did. This Photog hobby that we share is something for me to look back on and notice the points at which he endeavoured to help me improve beyond his own interest or skill. Cooking falls into the same camp. I suppose that sounds odd; as though I am looking for a yardstick to measure the distance between our skillsets. In reality, I simply enjoy considering the moments along the way where he has been immeasurably generous, and couching that in terms of a hobby seems appropriate.

Time barrels onward.

Maybe that was too obscure. How about: The speed at which time moves makes me shutter.

Or maybe: I can’t tell if time is a sensor a feeling.

Ok I’m done.

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