So the Canon FD manual lens adapter came in yesterday and I love it. I've been fiddling around with the various manual lenses I've accumulated over the past few years. Most of them I bartered for at estate sales, others were given to me by older family members with a past hobby in photography. I'm all about shooting film but since I've been lacking in funds, it's hard for me to will myself to spend the money on getting the film processed and scanned, (though maybe I'll take a trip to Saint Anselm for free scanning...). Anyway, I'm so glad I get to put these nifty things to good use. I feel like it's really going to expand my photography. I have a few commissioned shoots coming up soon and I'm excited to see the ways in which I can experiment.
With all the heat, thunderstorms are really the one good thing that comes out of them. I decided to take a lesson from Miss Alexis Mire and place a towel over my camera (so I could pretend I was shooting large format) to get some nice rainy shots outside. I managed to snap a few shots, along with a few videos with the 28mm f/2 lens, without getting struck by lightening. Expect the video soon!
On a whim, I decided to visit Jeremy in Derry, New Hampshire for a couple days. I was getting restless at home. Luckily, for the two days I was there, the weather was unseasonably warm and essentially ideal for a little hike.
I took the bus to North Londonderry from South Station in Boston. As much as I don't think I could ever live in the woods any time soon, the atmosphere is something a city surely cannot beat. There is a gravitational element to nature, a call back of sorts, that has a way of latching on when one least expects it. Despite my love for cities, I felt a sense of comfort, a maternal coddling, emanating from the trees and the branches and the fallen leaves. I felt close to Thoreau, a writer a brilliant professor of mine assigned us to read. In his class, I recall him saying that every semester, he could single out students that he knew would benefit from reading the works of Enlightenment writers, though he would never actually tell them.
Maybe this was what he was alluding to.