Day 63

Pinhole!!! Today, I ran my first two rolls of film through the pinhole camera I built. The first one was a complete bust... light leakage. I went back home, stuck more electrical tape all over the damn thing, and it works! I definitely need to work on my exposure times, but dammit, it works. These are some flowers photographed from about 6 inches away with about a 10 second exposure in bright evening sun. I think the photo guys at CVS think I'm insane.

Day 53

I thought these waterlillies were beautiful.

Day 22

Gee, the poison ivy sure is pretty this time of year. That's one thing I have trouble adjusting to up here. Where I come from, we didn't have any poison ivy or ticks. When we walk down along the river, the entire understory in the woods is poison ivy. It freaks me out just a little bit. After working on it for a while last weekend, Nikki was able to correctly identify poison ivy a few times today. Boy, am I proud.

I have reason to believe that I'm not susceptible to poison ivy. When I worked as a landscaper, I once cleared poison ivy off a lot with a weedeater, and I didn't itch afterward. You know how everything gets shredded and thrown around when you're using a weedeater, how could it not have gotten on me? I'm often tempted to do a controlled experiment and smear a leaf on my arm or something, just to settle the issue. Tempted, but not quite brave enough yet.

Day 1

Nikki and Sharon both have Project 365 blogs going, so I think I'm going to try this out. The idea is that you post a picture every day for a year. I can forsee two problems with this project. Number one: I'm armed with two substandard cameras. An old 1.3 megapixel clunker about the size of a brick and my Verizon Razr. Number two: I'm a lazy bastard, and it's very unlikely that I'll do anything at all every day for a year.

This week, spring finally got here. We had to dig out the air conditioner, grilling has been good. Today, Nikki and I went to the Watertown Library. It's a mediocre collection, but a great facility. I could see myself spending many a winter Saturday in there, reading in the sun. Afterwords, we walked up the river to get home. I saw some big fish in the Charles. They may or may not have been carp.

This picture is a cherry tree on the corner of our block. The blossoms were so thick and heavy that it didn't look like it could possibly be real.