Just beta-testing the developer preview of Flock, which is basically Firefox with a bunch of social networking features built in. In particular, it has blogging, del.icio.us, RSS and Flickr support built in. I was sceptical, but MAN it rocks hard. Probably the best feature for me is the way it uses del.icio.us to organize your bookmarks -- SO much better than my huge bloated list of bookmarks in Safari.
I haven't figured this picture out yet. It definitely, to me, represents a new fact. It took me by surprise when I scanned it from the neg, because it wasn't a picture I remembered taking very clearly, and I had no expectations that it was going to be this confounding. I mean, it was very deliberately composed and all that... I spent ages trying to figure out how to get the sign on the top of the building in the frame and still keep it balanced... but it wasn't composed with this picture in mind. Or at least, I didn't visualize it looking like this. Or... well, I don't know. I'm confounded.
Last weekend I finally got the 4x5 stuff together and took it for a walk in the woods, which was the whole reason I resurrected it.
I'd forgotten how error-prone the whole business of 4x5 is. Double exposure, light leaks, mis-seated film holders... and at the end of it just a couple of shots to show for all that effort.
I freely admit I haven't got the faintest idea what I'm doing here. Whenever I go out into these places with a camera, I see no pictures at all. None. Zilch.
Now that is very interesting to me. When I walk down a street I see pictures constantly. Why are there no pictures when I walk into a field or a wood? It's not like I don't like wandering around these places, and I know a lot about this land and the plants. But there are no pictures.
So these pix are from places where I felt the faint rustling of a photographic breeze. A picture somewhere nearby, moving just out of sight. You set up the camera, hoping to trap it. In these cases I didn't.
But it's always worth looking at the pictures in case there is some yeti hair left in the jaws of the trap.
I was driving my usual route up north on Saturday morning. Just north of Shelburne I spotted something that hadn't been there two weeks previously... a wind farm. The wind turbines are mind-buggeringly big.
This junction is literally the boundary between urban and rural Ontario. It's a rapidly moving boundary, but today it's here. South of Mayfield is city, north is country. Driving east-west on Mayfield is a strange, schizophrenic experience as the gestalt flip-flops from rural to urban block to block.