Monthly Archives: September 2013

52 Cameras: Week 5 Part 2 – Polaroid 600

Film is Impossible Project PX 680. Scanned at 1200 DPI on a Canon MP480 then resized for the web. No other post-processing. The colors are pretty true to the prints.

I’ve photographed this chair several times but never got the feel I was looking for. It needed a Polaroid.

Orange chair

Orange chair

The smudge at the bottom and the vertical banding is from the camera’s rollers not evenly distributing the developer.

Flowers and Tree

Flowers and Tree

I like the soft, dreamy effect. I need to get some of the “Silver Shade” black and white.

Flowers near Santa Fe River Park

Flowers near Santa Fe River Park

It was about 5 PM on a really cloudy fall day so I think the camera and film performed well.

Freaks in the woods

Maybe it was the endorphins but it seemed there were a lot of more-than-just-Santa Fe-weird people on the road/trail to the radio towers.

Big Sur shirt

It was still early in the run, on a steep rocky part before the intersection with Big Tesuque. I was nearing the end of a run phase in my run/walk intervals and not going very fast. There was a couple coming down the trail. When they were maybe 10 feet away, I gave my standard “too out of breath to say anything but I’m politely acknowledging your existence” wave. The woman says, “We have the same shirt!” and rips open her jacket like Clark Kent. Of course, I looked and it was the same Big Sur Half Marathon shirt I was wearing. She was rather well endowed so her shirt was quite a bit tighter than mine. Her boyfriend about had a stroke. He looked like a chameleon trying to give her and me the stink-eye at the same time. I said, “Cool!” and sped up a little. It was time to walk but I kept running until I rounded a corner and they were out of sight.

R. Crumb girl

I was heading up on a fairly level part of the road, where the road cut makes a hill to the left and drops off into the canyons on the right — prime aspen viewing territory. A group of four or five people were sitting with their backs to the hill eating lunch. They looked up at me and I said, “Hi”. One girl jumped to her feet, a large hoagie type sandwich in her hand and a big bite of it in her mouth. Still holding the sandwich, she gave me two thumbs up, moving her whole body up and down instead of just her arms. She was big, somewhere past voluptuous, dressed in hiking boots, shorts, and a T-shirt with an open flannel over it. As she gestured, she bounced A LOT, like a walrus trying to get out of a pillow case. She was saying something but with her mouth full of sandwich it came out, “hunh, hunh, hunh”. I swear she sounded just like young Forrest Gump after he heard his mom getting it on. I like encouragement as much as the next guy but this just weirded me out.

Over-equipped hipster guy

The trail is really a road and in general, people treat each tire rut like a lane. There aren’t any real rules other than bikes defer to hikers and everyone defers to horses but it mostly works like a road. I’m pretty high on the mountain, still heading up, hanging to the right, when I see a guy coming down in the “left lane”. The first thing I notice is his hat. It’s a kepi with a neck shade, like the French Foreign Legion used to wear. He has an Andean-style wool cap under it. He has his shell on (it’s mid afternoon and hot), nylon pants, trekking poles, a day pack, and a fanny pack and hydration pack in front. His dress was overkill but if that was all, I might not have remembered the encounter. I’m running really slow and he’s walking slow so we faced each other for a while. Most people, if they’re to the left because it’s less rocky, less rutted, or whatever, will move right when they encounter someone else on the trail. Not this guy. He didn’t just stare at me, he glared at me. He was going to make me move left with the force of his gaze. We got pretty close and he kept staring through his black-frame glasses. He had a black “I can’t grow a beard but I don’t shave either” facial hair thing going on. I don’t know why that bugs me so much. I just think it looks ratty — Michael Landon half-transformed into a teenage werewolf. When we were about a foot apart, I took a jump to the left and a step to the right and we were past each other. I looked back. He didn’t. I guess he was looking ahead to the next battle of wills.

Todd

Walking down near the fences at the top of the ski basin, I rounded a corner and saw a couple of people sitting on rocks. One guy with red hair and a denim jacket was sitting with his arms on his thighs, just hanging out. I looked at my watch and started running. He looked up, squinting with a wrinkled forehead and I thought, “Holy fuck! It’s Todd from Breaking Bad”. As I passed, he said in a slow, southern drawl, “Have a nice run”. He had to have that accent. I about shit myself.

Last long run before Big T – 28 Sep. 2013

The aspens haven’t really turned but Aspen Vista was packed. Thankfully, once you get about 2 miles in it thins out considerably. I stepped it up to run 3/walk 2 and got slower: 3:20. There are a lot of variables…

I tried some organic chia instead of Gu. Tasty but I had ABBA stuck in my head most of the way down.

Mamma Chia, here I go again

Mamma Chia, here I go again

I never get tired of this view – I-25 off to the left, Tetilla peak, and the edge of the Valles Caldera.

My car is somewhere down below the aspens

My car is somewhere down below the aspens

More graffiti. When the wind is cold, this is pretty accurate.

NaNaNaNa, SNOTMAN!

NaNaNaNa, SNOTMAN!

Musings on the Breaking Bad final episode

I’ll just paste texts between me and my girlfriend. I don’t have to type and she’s a stitch. We had a bunch about Badger’s Star Trek script and whether it means anything but I didn’t keep them.

You got some esplodin to do!

You got some esplodin to do!

Happy ending

Happy ending

Hi Bob

Hi Bob

Not happy with that

Not happy with that

And I don't like that one

And I don’t like that one

He's a sociopathic ginger - it could happen

He’s a sociopathic ginger – it could happen

We’re going to play this. At least it’s not a drinking game. As often as I’ve been wrong about what’s happening next, my liver would esplode.

When I figure out where it's from, I'll give proper credit

When I figure out where it’s from, I’ll give proper credit

52 Cameras: Week 4 part 2 – Canon AE-1

Kind of disappointing results. I used Kodak Max 800 film because I wanted to use a 400mm lens I got with the camera to photograph the moon. It’s a Prospec 400/5.6. I haven’t found too much information on it — it seems to be a JC Penny rebranded Tokina lens. I’ll try it again, either after I fix this Canon or on another FD mount body.

The shots after the moon was fully up are junk but this one through the trees is at least interesting.

Full moon through the trees - 400mm/f5.6 @ 1sec on Kodak Max 800

Full moon through the trees – 400mm/f5.6 @ 1sec

This is better. I used the Canon 50mm/1.4. Crazy grain from the film but I can see that I’ll want to shoot more with this camera/lens combo after I fix the switch on the AE-1.

Zoe - 50mm/f1.4 @ 1/30

Zoe – 50mm/f1.4 @ 1/30

Aside: The WordPress media uploader is really sucky. It just hangs for no good reason. I have to log out, clear cache, cookies, everything, and then log back in and it may or may not work. Looking on the WP forums is about like trying to find answers on Apple’s forums — a bunch of snarky little bitches more concerned with seeming smart than actually helping.

X and Blondie – Hell Yeah!

I’m glad the Santa Fe Opera is allowing other kinds of shows. It has the best acoustics of any place I’ve been to in the state. What a ridiculously good show. Both bands sounded great and the show benefitted the Española Valley Humane Society.

X freaking rocked like you wouldn't believe!

X freaking rocked like you wouldn’t believe!

Debbie Harry's voice is still amazing

Debbie Harry’s voice is still amazing

Support your local Humane Society

Goober is from the Española Valley Humane Society and he knows where you live

Goober is from the Española Valley Humane Society and he knows where you live

Busy Saturday

I was a bit of a slacker getting the Canon video up. I did the Big Tesuque course again on the 21st. I shaved a bit off of my time from two weeks ago – 3:10 [edit: I ran 3 hrs 10 min, not shaved 3:10]. I ran 2/walked 3 going up. I started with run 8/walk 2 coming down but my knees were really feeling it so I rolled it back to 3/2.

The previous Wednesday, I did this…

Fugly foot

Fugly foot

It was on a two-mile training run and I started to turn my ankle. I rolled in the direction and saved my ankle but did something nasty to my foot. As bad as it looks, it didn’t hurt much and I could still run on it.

Gorgeous day in the mountains

Gorgeous day in the mountains

Then to a party for a friend’s 50th birthday/finished their remodel party.

Then more drinking at my girlfriend’s brother’s house. Needless to say, I didn’t get anything done on Sunday.