I won a digital camera at my company Christmas party and I was pretty excited about it. I toy with a camera from time to time with my job, but I’ve never had too many cameras in my life. I’ve never been one to walk around with a camera taking photographs.
First of all, I’m lazy about it. I may take them; I just never get them developed. I still have some rolls of film from a NASCAR race in Martinsville from over ten years ago. I have yet to even attempt at getting them developed. The event is still recorded in my mind. I don’t need the pictures as of yet and I don’t even know if the film is still good. It’s been through cold and heat; the film could be totally useless by now.
I remember trying to capture wrecks and spinouts with my camera. Although I’m curious to see if they’ll come out right, the curiosity has yet to win the battle of my laziness. I just don’t care enough to do it. It seems like a big hassle… Filling out forms, chatting with a counter person that probably knows as much about photography as I do, and picking them back up. Not to mention paying for the damn things.
I wrote about my first ever camera (Monday, July 11, 2005
Django Haskins 'OverEasySmokeMachine' in the archives if you want the FULL story) and how I practically embarrassed my mother for life when she had those “artistic” pictures developed on her dime.
Photography has never really been something that I’ve been successful with. I don’t like having my picture taken unless I’m doing something stupid or I’m asked. I move around a camera like Superman waltzes with a rock of Kryptonite.
I have some artistic ideas that I’d like to photograph and here’s my chance to follow those moments of inspiration. The kinds of moments when you’re rolling down the highway of life and see something that speaks to you at that very instant.
I’ve been practicing my photography just by taking pictures. It’s been a week of snapping a few here and there. Capturing little moments that no one else is aware of even though they’re part of those moments.
And I used Christmas afternoon to download all the stuff to use on my PC in order to download those pictures and play around with them. Of course, the limited workings of my brain kicked in and I can’t seem to get anything to do what I want it to do. I can’t even save them to the damn PC. Jeez! It seems simple enough, but I can’t get it.
So, instead of getting a headache cranked up… I gave up and started writing this blog entry.
It looks as if my laziness will take the victory in this battle too.
Before fooling around with my aspirations of becoming the next 50 Cent of photography, I watched a DVD from Netflix.
I got it on Friday and finally decided to watch it Christmas morning. It’s called ‘My Little Eye’ and let me preface it with “it has a ‘Blair Witch’ kind of feel to it”.
Five contestants are chosen to live together in a house that is loaded with cameras. Every thing that they do is out there on the Internet for a price. The contestants can win a million dollars by living together in a house for a month without leaving the fenced in property or calling someone in from the outside. If one leaves, no one wins the “easy” million.
The game masters use deception and psychological warfare on them in order to keep the “game” in their favor. A guy dies of an apparent suicide by hanging… Or is it?
All of the players question each other… “Who, if any, of my opponents is the killer?”
I found the film to be engaging and I highly recommend it. I’m giving it 4 out of 5 stars on the Netflix grading system.
As always… The invitation to be on my Netflix buddy list is always here… firstname.lastname@example.org