Monday, 30 March 2009

the one that got away

There is evidence that photography is slowly taking over my life, was out with mates last night and got a few decent pics but the one I was sure I'd bagged (looked fine on the LCD) was out of focus :'( so so gutted.

Saturday, 28 March 2009

well that wasn't very clever

Not sure what happened but an Aperture crash later I've managed to get almost all of my pics back, some are gone for ever but they probably weren't that good anyway. In an attempt to protect myself and accommodate my burgeoning photo collection I have delved into the murky world of libraries, back ups and vaults. My god it's horrible. A cauldron of computer geekery and seemingly friendly terms, do I want to use referenced or managed files? I've never been much of a tech wizard and several hours in front of a computer screen* have left me slightly haggard. I'm getting there though. Referenced files should keep the overall storage down but means I need to keep on top of back ups. And I don't understand how the Aperture library works really. And I need to clear some space on our hard drive. But apart from that it's going swimmingly.

Monday, 23 March 2009

slow down

[Non uni related post warning]

After rattling off several photos over the last 2 weeks and thinking there were a lot of half decent ones. Looking back over them on flickr I'm starting to think I was too quick to judge them, it seems a new body and lens has an inherent learning curve. Some have come out ok, most are reasonable after posting what I thought was one of the better ones on a forum for feedback someone pointed out a really obvious (now) patch of light behind the subject making it seem like they're wearing a hat! So this week I will be mostly looking and not taking. Want to replace the 28mm f2.8 with a 35mm f2, much prefer the field of view to the 50mm and for the amount of silly dark shots I take an even larger aperture is necessary. Then I'll need to start hammering out a few hundred pics to get a handle on that lens. Hopefully after that I can settle into a relationship I was beginning to have with the d40/50mm set up.

Friday, 20 March 2009

o m (actual) g

Seems I missed an email (what a surprise) to say conditionals are normal, just means they're waiting on police and health checks but assuming they're fine (they should be, settle down) I have a place.

In a university.




I need a drink.

what the ...?


I have no idea what this means? I have my degree etc so I called them. They weren't sure either so I've to call back in half an hour. It could be for a waiting list or a course they want me to do OR because I forgot to hand in my National Insurance number. Bloody hell it's tense.

google.co.uk



The hungry caterpillar rocks. This is all.

anticipation

Was it the Bounty ad that used "just anticipating" as a line?

Anyway, just waiting for the last email so I can get on with my life but as I sit in my jim-jams drinking tea and watching the sun stream in I get the feeling I can't really lose. I'll be gutted if it's another no not least because I've invested so much in the whole process (6 months, 3 interviews and far too much cash) but also because in the last interview I'd convinced myself this is what I want to do. In Newcastle I felt like it was the last thing I'd want to do.

However, if it's not to happen then so be it. I've been through worse (losing mobile phone down lift shaft this week is a case in point) and in every* case I've ended up better off. Kicked out of Art school, kicked off uni course, almost kicked out of uni, company worked for went bust, the list is as long as it is embarassing but in every instance I managed to find some silver lining. Today it seems even clearer, I live in a warm climate with good friends and a lady that funds my extravagant lifestyle. I get decent money for something I mostly enjoy doing and I have enough free time to pursue other interests.** Not really a bad scenario ;)

*So far, this could be challenged on a monthly basis the way my luck splutters hot and cold.

**Some might say obsessions. (They'd be wrong obviously)