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Raisin Bran
Oct. 1st, 2005 09:20 amEven though I haven't formally practiced the concept of "weekend" for a couple of months now, saturday still has a feel all its own. The light seems different on saturday mornings. The birds sound a little more relaxed.
There is a harvest festival at the local park this weekend--lots of booths, live music, giant pumpkins. I'll walk over with my camera and see what there is to see. I hid my big camera in the house somewhere before I went to louisiana, and I can't remember where.
I tend to think that burglars are too lazy to really look for stuff--that they will just take what they see--so I hide things in unusual places. I hid my external hard drive with my backed-up pictures in a box of Raisin Bran.
When I lived downtown, my apartment was broken into. They went through all the drawers and cabinets, and even searched through the refrigerator for stuff. My old pentax mx camera was sitting on my bed, right out in plain sight. I bought that camera in Germany in 1976, and it had been everywhere with me. They completely overlooked it.
A few years later, my car was stolen, and that same pentax was under the driver's seat. It was still there when they recovered the car. The thieves, making an editorial comment on my taste in music, broke most of my cd's in half.
The last time I really used the old Pentax was on my honeymoon in Tahiti. I really got some great pictures on that trip. Unfortunately, they have all disappeared--we never could figure out what happened to them.
I tried to teach Arlina how to use the camera during the days we were at sea, but she didn't like it. As soon as we got back, we bought another one--still a Pentax, but with auto settings. She loved that camera. I did too, but it made me lazy--I got out of the habit of using manual settings, and didn't return to using them until this year.
I still have the old Pentax. I never feel the need to hide it when I leave--it seems to have a special charm that protects it from those who would steal.
I'm preaching tomorrow--the first time I've preached on Sunday in over three months. I'll think about what I want to say as I take pictures of giant pumpkins.
There is a harvest festival at the local park this weekend--lots of booths, live music, giant pumpkins. I'll walk over with my camera and see what there is to see. I hid my big camera in the house somewhere before I went to louisiana, and I can't remember where.
I tend to think that burglars are too lazy to really look for stuff--that they will just take what they see--so I hide things in unusual places. I hid my external hard drive with my backed-up pictures in a box of Raisin Bran.
When I lived downtown, my apartment was broken into. They went through all the drawers and cabinets, and even searched through the refrigerator for stuff. My old pentax mx camera was sitting on my bed, right out in plain sight. I bought that camera in Germany in 1976, and it had been everywhere with me. They completely overlooked it.
A few years later, my car was stolen, and that same pentax was under the driver's seat. It was still there when they recovered the car. The thieves, making an editorial comment on my taste in music, broke most of my cd's in half.
The last time I really used the old Pentax was on my honeymoon in Tahiti. I really got some great pictures on that trip. Unfortunately, they have all disappeared--we never could figure out what happened to them.
I tried to teach Arlina how to use the camera during the days we were at sea, but she didn't like it. As soon as we got back, we bought another one--still a Pentax, but with auto settings. She loved that camera. I did too, but it made me lazy--I got out of the habit of using manual settings, and didn't return to using them until this year.
I still have the old Pentax. I never feel the need to hide it when I leave--it seems to have a special charm that protects it from those who would steal.
I'm preaching tomorrow--the first time I've preached on Sunday in over three months. I'll think about what I want to say as I take pictures of giant pumpkins.
