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Spring in DC

Posted on March 27, 2012

Every season has its merits, but spring changes people like no other time. The first substantial snow of winter is comparable to this phenomenon of weather affecting attitudes, but snow isn’t always loved by the masses whereas who doesn’t love sunshine and warm breezes and that distinct fresh spring smell? Pretty girls become even prettier, amicable people even friendlier, and you spend your time wishing that that long walk could be just a little bit longer. People these days wear smiles with their outfits, and it’s incredibly refreshing. To me, warm spring nights are perfection, simply put. Taken with a Nikon FM, 50 mm F1.4

Blossoms and Bitches

Posted on March 23, 2012

It has been 100 years since cherry blossom trees were shipped over from Tokyo as a gesture of peace, amnesty, and friendship between the US and Japan. This was a brilliant motion that energizes the city every spring and makes beautiful blossom petals dance in the wind. The current Cherry Blossom Festival is not without its implications, but the one I lament the most is the crowds of people. Yes, this season is exciting for me in a photography, jogging, and people-watching kind of way, but if people think I will uproot my reading spot on the side of the Jefferson Memorial to make way for their family photo with the expectation that some person won’t purposefully photo-bomb their perfect memory with a hideous…

Currents

Posted on March 21, 2012

It seems that the most frequent question I’m forced to answer these days is “what are you going to be when you grow up?”, or some variety of this. If someone isn’t directly mouthing these words to me, I see unwelcome reminders of the question and general concept in everyday life; in sloppily pasted ads for Monster.com on the walls of abused bus stops, and in the wide-eyed confessions of small toddlers regarding their dream metier to their knowledgeable and wise adult guardians who are occupying these bus stops. These salutes to future-orientation dance around and taunt my being, and it doesn’t help that I’m at an age that this question should not only be expected, but welcomed optimistically and wholeheartedly, as if it…

Adventures of an Amateur Photographer with an Obsolete Camera

Posted on March 16, 2012

The trials of the enigmatic Nikon FM continue. It became apparent that the film inside the camera had ripped. My sister diagnosed this in a dark closet. She determined the chances that all the pictures would survive to be small. I called my mother – the photo queen – in desperation and she said she would salvage them; it’s her camera, after all, and she’s been dealing with roadblocks like these for thirty years. We returned to inside the closet, a wardrobe so dark I couldn’t see my hand inches away from my face. She declared the problem solved, I cheered, we exited, and opened the camera in the light. It turned out that the film had completely detached from its casing, and the…

The Old Way in New York

Posted on March 11, 2012

I was recently inspired by one blogger, mastermind behind the travel blog Well Worn Soles, to do things the old way. He’s been traveling for a long time, he’s currently in Kenya I believe, with solely the photographic capabilities of an old Minolta. I know what it’s like to backpack for long periods of time in places with unstable infrastructure. I know that having a manual lens on a digital camera is hard enough in terms of opportunities missed. I know that while unpredictability can be a photographer’s best friend, it can also serve as a serious detriment if malfunctions are taken into account. Which is why I was nothing short of astounded when I heard what this kid was doing – traveling the…