I'm seriously tired of coming up with titles so I've left this one untitled. I've had to pull way too many witty titles out of my ass in the last three months.
No more titles.
I tried posting this late last night (around 1 am) but my site went down and I lost the writing which was mostly just crazy exhausted rambling anyway... much like what you're reading now. It's not even 9:00 pm yet and I'm wiped. Today I walked from north of Davenport and Bathurst down to Queen and John, went to an eye doctor's appointment and then walked west. The eye doctor said I have a stigmatism... something I didn't know. My eye sight has deteriorated a bit. I'm near-sighted (no surprise). So I have to upgrade my prescription sometime soon. Blah.
I bought a new medium format camera the other day. The Great Wall is on its last legs. I've lost two screws so now everytime I go to change the film-- which happens after every 12 pictures-- I have to struggle with a camera that is already a total bitch to load, plus deal with the back that completely falls off and the pin that continuously drops. I'm wondering how I'm going to work with it in the dead of winter when the it is minus some ungodly temperature with crazy windshield factor while standing in a snowdrift wearing two pairs of gloves...
People, I suffer for my art. It's very hard.
It will be a few weeks before the camera arrives so I'm really hesitant to say anything about it at this time. If it sucks I'll feel like an ass because I've read numerous warnings about its problems. But you can't tell me. No sir. I figure people bitch and moan about the Horizon but I love mine. And I knew zero about the Great Wall at the time of purchase and look how that turned out. . My expectations are pretty low so that helps. A lot of naysayers who shit on Russian cameras do so because they're overly obsessed with sharpness and quality glass and blah, blah, blah.
I like a fidgety camera. It gives me something to work against.
Today's song: Ain't No Love in the Heart of the City- Al Brown