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Aug
24
Vintage! This is a random post. The year was 2007...
The Seawall was quiet despite the striking animation present at the bottom of Denman and Davie, less than a kilometer to the east. I had initially setup the tripod down on the shore exposed by a relatively low tide, focusing attention and camera on a pile of balanced stones. Sunset was turning into a symphony of bright colors, once again, and I was grateful I came. People were walking by slowly behind me, staring in awe. I wondered where everybody else’s thoughts could have drifted when confronted with such an extraordinary palette of oranges. I knew where mine went. A sunset should be shared, as all beautiful things in life. But it can also be an opportunity to relax, and try to match the inside to the outside. The painter in the sky was getting frantic, dashing with a giant wet brush from left to right, a slightly downward stroke, finishing above the mountains where the brush got daubed onto the sky like a sponge. Abe was clicking away, three exposures at a time. I took breaks, waiting for the light to change or recomposing my shot. Time was flowing by ever so softly. If only…
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May
14
A couple of days ago, sick as a dog but unable to rest, I made the ridiculous decision to bike (because I didn’t have the energy to walk that far) over to Stanley Park and re-shoot the Nine O’clock Gun firing. After dragging myself there and still arriving too early, I stopped by the Lady in the Wetsuit for a few pictures then biked around the point to the gun, where I setup my tripod on the rocks and started playing with the light.
After a few minutes, I glanced at the bike to make sure it was still there and then mentally checked the rest of my gear. Tripod: in front of me. Camera: on the tripod. Brain: probably left at home next to the Tylenol. Camera backpack: ... Camera backpack? My next thought was worded out via a word ending with the same letter as the suddenly missing backpack, which I realized I had dropped on a bench behind me at my prior stop to grab the neutral density filter - and had left it there.
I instantly gave up on the upcoming blast, hopped on the Seawall and furiously biked back towards the scene of the crime, camera hanging around my neck and fully extended tripod under an arm. I got there no more than 15 minutes after leaving. The bench was empty, desert. My dear Lowepro bag was gone, along with a cheap lens, 1 GB in memory cards, a spare battery, the charger, two polarizing filters, various lens cleaning accessories, a USB cord, a box of Tic-Tacs, and my pride.
Some bastard made a good deal. I should’ve stayed in bed.
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« Wow! »
Date of comment: 2007-08-25 09:07 •« La 6, rouge et or, grand format, une
Date of comment: 2007-08-25 09:29 •grande joie. »
« La veux-tu en plus grand format encore? J’ai.
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Date of comment: 2007-08-25 22:46 •« Non merci.
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Date of comment: 2007-08-26 04:11 •Le grand format de mon écran, récemment nettoyé avec de l’eau légèrement citronnée et qui en irradie de bonheur,
suffit