| Monday, 14-Nov-2005 00:00 |
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i'll come back when i have something better. will have to be more from the archives. the digital camera may be dead for good (E18 error, and it may not be worth the cost of repairing). still, my precious Canon s45 will be sorrily missed. there were still things i had not yet taught myself, like manual focusing...
well, this leaves me with 2 very simple film camera's...
[edit nov 16] from august: this last one was not taken by me, for i was waiting in the car, outside this newly built, definately over a million dollar north shore house. we'd spent the day rowing in my dad's old battered aluminum boat. not only did i need the relief of sitting quietly in the car, i refused to go in for a specific reason, and was going over why i felt the need to resist urgings to see the inside. it was nearly completed, with brand new toys and tasteful, unused vases properly situated, and we relatives of the man in charge of building all of it were allowed to use the backyard lake access. while this picture was taken, i was holding on to the belief i would not treat someone elses house like it were a modern castle and we the low, lower income tourists snapping pictures of affluent light fixtures and indigenous art. 20 or so minutes later i was inside marvelling at the light switches.
my sisters had already learned what all the rooms were for. most importantly: my guides divulged what they found out about the family that was to move in very shortly, that night, even. not mom, dad, and 2.5 kids: the family was a single mother and her little boy. i looked at the lovely picture in a frame by the bed - a pillowy white, cool and magnificent room overlooking the lake i'd jumped into earlier. and yeah, i laid down on it and sunk in, looking at the delicate chandelier - a veritable Goldilocks, without the goldlocks - now that i think about it.
we wandered more, absorbing the empty halls, vacant shelves and cupboards, the sun-warmed marble and granite floor. "this is a lucky kid." we agreed, our voices trailed off, no resentment. it comparatively wasn't really that big either. our uncle ben had mixed japanese temple designs with cement walkways. it was like a feng shui mansion, tall not grande, that sloped down to the rocky shore of barnacles and sharp shards from the salt water lake.
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