Choosing my confessions
This is me losing my confidence.
I took this photograph so long ago [three years ago, maybe] I don't remember the circumstances of equipment, nor the exact date. It's on Ilford FP4 Plus. 35mm f/2 on my old FE2, maybe.
You know where it is.
I was asked about my photography. I pulled out these negatives, scanned a few strips, and I'm only showing this one, because the others are quite crappy. One, maybe two, out of twelve. Editing. You know it.
I haven't said enough on advarp recently. I've started, and stopped.
I've had a complex week or so. You know, me in the spotlight, then me in the corner. That sort of thing.
I've said too much.
posted by Martin at 22:40
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I haven't said enough.
I assume too much.
This is the driveway the taxis take when you're dropped off at the Sydney Opera House. Under the podium steps. Concourse entrance to the Opera Theatre and Concert Hall. Yeah, that's it.
The lengths that I will go to to be abstract and not say things explicitly.
Okay, here it is: I'm kinda scared about life and all that, but there are little things that take my mind off worrying, and make me happy.
I like looking at this picture, because it's pretty and I'm proud of having made it, and I love singing along with The Outdoor Type by the Lemonheads, because it's pretty.
Now I've really said too much.
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