Without slicing into my left pant leg of all of my pants, I cannot wear regular pants until my cast is removed. Wednesday is liberation day. Until then, I am relegated to various variants of sweat pants. Various variants with leg openings large enough to allow me to put them on while leaning on one leg and with one arm tied behind my back. Alright, not literally one arm tied behind my back, but using one arm to balance myself. Same thing. Am I tired of wearing pants that are the bastard offspring of pajamas and workout pants? I’m tired of everything. Including, if one more person tells me I’m lucky to be trapped inside because of how windy and cold it is outside I’m going to lose it. Yes, I know, a few blog posts ago I was lamenting my loss of social interaction. No contradiction. Losing it when people make asinine observations to a man who has been stuck inside one floor of a house, mostly stuck inside one room, since Christmas Eve is one type of the social interaction I miss.
So I shot my feet. Once with the Leica Monochrom and once with the Hasselblad X1D. Why? WHy? WHY? It’s been my view for way too many hours each day. Oh, and those black handle bars? That’s my ride. My all black knee trolley with a genuine fake sheep skin knee pad cover. Some times, I make motorcycle engine noises while scooting from room to room. Don’t judge me until you’ve hobbled through a room in my cast.
How does the universe end? It just falls apart. Things do not go from chaos to order. They go from order to chaos. Setting aside the perfect example of our government, there is the room in which I am sequestered. A time-lapse reel would show that it is falling (plumenting) into chaos. And, this phenomenon accelerates exponentially until it reaches a certain point and then explodes. Becoming a J curve of chaos. I am the alpha and the omega of this chaos. It disgusts me and at the same time, I could care less. My room is taking on the characteristics of a hoarder’s. I blame Amazon.
Compare closely the two photos. Notice what’s different? I may be falling into chaos, but I’m still changing my clothes. In case you want to copy this look, maybe not the broken ankle look, the orange slipper is a Timberland. You cannot see it, but there is a zipper that follows the outline of its sole. Same on the other boot. When not being worn, they fold into each other and zipper closed. Timberland marketed them for camping. They are well insulated and have well treaded rubber treads. To my knowledge Timberland discontinued these some years ago. I found them on eBay. eBay and Amazon cause chaos.
How is this related to relearning the art of photography? It’s about not forgetting among the camera kit, the artsy shots, the street scenes, the landscapes, the portraits, the software, the film types, the techniques, the bokeh that photography is also about photographs that convey the essence of certain times in our lives. This is a certain time.
