Old Cameras and Kangaroo Men

Here is a picture from my walkabout Sunday.  This negative was way overexposed, so I lost a lot of detail in the shadows.  I could have lowered the camera more, too.  I'll learn.  And as soon as I do, I want to find a theme.

I looked at an article on the N.Y. Times Lens Blog today.  I loved the images by Lynn Johnson.  They were strangely colored, almost translucent, and they had a colloidal looking frame around them.  Then I realized she must be doing this with her phone.  If not that, then some program that is like Intagram or Hipstamatic.  But I don't care.  They are beautiful.  Here is a link to her Instagram site (link).  She works for National Geographic, and I wonder now about how much their editorial policies have changed.  What struck me after the look of the photographs, though, was the power of her thematic content.  The look of the pictures complimented that.  I must do that now.  Walking around and taking pictures is fine, but I feel a bit like Gomer Pyle.  I need a statement.

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I have suffered from purposelessness lately.  I miss the studio very much.  I don't read enough.  I don't write anything that is remotely decent.  I work and eat and workout and watch movies.  Yesterday I turned the radio station in the car from jazz to NPR.  That helped.  It was all about the election, of course, but it was fine and mostly intelligent talk.  And last night, I accidentally watched the season premiere of "Vice."  Half an hour, two reports, one on Boko Harem and another on human gene manipulation.  The Chinese have spent hundreds of billions of dollars on it.  They have the largest data bank in the world.  In the U.S., doctors are able to give you the baby you want, gender, hair color, eye color, and soon height and build.  Of course.  But in China, I am certain they are mixing kangaroo and gorilla genes into human chromosomes.  They will have one hell of a military.  Kangaroo men at least.

We are the last generations that will have to suffer from natural evolution.  From now on, everyone will be perfect.  I wish I would be around to see what happens.

But I am living in the end of the old world.  Things are happening that voters don't know or understand.  It is a very specialized world we are entering, and we are voting on very general people. One of them will have his/her finger on the trigger, so maybe we don't have to worry about the future after all.

Oh. . . I am too glum to think about the big picture right now.  I need to figure out how to manage my household.  That would be a major accomplishment.