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Not gonna bury the lead

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Why do I always think about The Chronicles Of Riddick when I see a sunrise?

Only two crows this morning.

Oh sure, there were plenty flying around off in the distance, but only two bothered to acknowledge me.

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I blame Daylight Savings Time and work saying they’ll fire me if I’m an hour late again.

Sigh.

Not that this scared off the thieving bastards.

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Blending in like the sneaky f*ck he is…

Being dark at the start about halves my flower photography options.

And my eyes being crusted over and unable to focus properly means about half the pictures I do take are garbage and doomed to deletion.

So sometimes I have to … stretch … the definition of flower.

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“Oooh. The claw is our master.”

In the end, we stagger back into the house, utterly spent by the exertion of our little constitutional, and I partake of my morning coffee ritual.

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You thieving bastard…
 

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Groundhog Day

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I have a feeling that if I had a radio alarm clock, it would have been playing Sunny and Cher this morning.

Out a bit early again, so not much light and a disappointing lack of murders.

That’s … oddly familiar.

The curse of a quiet, normal life, I guess.

It slowly grew brighter as the walk progressed, but still no crows.

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I’ve touched on this before, but only in passing.

There are other birds present on these walks. While they are smaller and blend in better with the surroundings, making them difficult to photograph, they are quite vocal.

This morning was no different, and I enjoyed just listening to them.

Three crows showed up at the very end, not getting too close and not following me home.

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The thieving bastards didn’t mind the distant crows and scampered about as if they owned the neighborhood.

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Who knows? Maybe via a complex chain of shell companies and real estate investment firms, they do.

The flowers were unabashedly out in force, as if they owned the place.

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And, as we always do on this channel, I celebrated my survival of the most recent walk with the morning coffee ritual.

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Sometimes you need to relax and unwind and watch a dog destroy a toy with sheer reckless abandon

There are very few pleasures simpler than playing with your Doggo.

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Posted by on 17 March 2026 in Life, Love

 

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Getting used to disappointment

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Up and out early this morning.

Too early for the crows, who were present but distant, as if not expecting me so soon.

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At the very, very end of our walk, two crows did deign to come a little closer.

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Better than nothing, I guess.

If we hadn’t had the time change, the crows would have been swarming me, and there would have been more light for snapping pics of the flowers.

But we did have the stupid f*cking time change.

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Taken in Night mode, way too sharp, and I can’t believe I’m saying this, too much detail.
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I’ve got a sinking feeling…

And when it’s too dark to photograph flowers, you need to get creative…

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It may not look great, but it’s got lots of light.

And then, upon our not-so-triumphant return, the morning coffee ritual.

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This coffee needs more pollen…
 

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Posted by on 16 March 2026 in Art!, Obsession, Photography

 

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Two in the bush

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Back to the usual schedule this morning.

Crows didn’t get the memo.

While there was a fair number of them about, only a couple came close.

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Thanks to a certain stupid federal practice with respect to clocks, most of the walk was too dark to photograph flowers.

Not that I didn’t try.

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And with runny nose and itchy eyes, I returned to the family homestead for my morning coffee ritual.

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Game night last night.
 

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Posted by on 15 March 2026 in Art!, Obsession, Photography

 

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The CineStill is a Lie

I recently shot a roll of CineStill 800 on my Pentax K-1000 with 100mm macro lens.

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I love the light leaks at the lead end of a roll…

But there was a bit of a mixup.

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Woah Nelly!

I had a roll of CineStill 800, which I was saving for a night shoot, and a roll of CineStill 400, which is what I intended to shoot.

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Carving your names into a corpse. There’s nothing more romantic!

So I shot it at ISO 400 instead of 800, and only figured it out about halfway through the roll, when I was digging around in my camera bag to grab some additional film and found the CineStill 400.

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One small step for Man…

Oops.

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But this is how I discovered that CineStill is a lie.

Two lies, actually.

(Not counting that they’re actually bulk-purchased Kodak cinema film modified for still photography, which technically makes them triple liars.)

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A flash of brightness on a gray day

At the point I realized my mistake, there was nothing I could do.

I kept shooting the film at 400, and when I unloaded the roll, I marked it ‘400’ with a Sharpie.

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Hello, you magnificant beast! Plus, halation!

When I dropped it off at the photo lab, I mentioned to the owner that I needed the processing pulled a stop because I’d used the wrong ISO setting.

“CineStill 800? We push that two steps when we develop it. We’ll just push it one step.”

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Isn’t it good, Norwegian wood?

Did you catch the lie? I sure did.

When developing CineStill 800, the lab treats it (presumably at CineStill’s instructions) as ISO 200 and pushes it two steps (that is, they develop it longer to compensate for the reduction in light that shooting at 800 results in).

That’s lie #1.

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Gone but not forgotten. Ok, forgotten too.

Lie #2 is CineStill 400.

It’s actually ISO 200 film, so they push it one stop when developing, and oh yeah, that means it’s the exact same stock as CineStill 800!

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You can’t take the sky from me

No doubt the experienced film photographers out there already knew this (and are thus complicit in the lie by not singing to the rooftops about it).

But I didn’t.

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Urban guerrilla warfare. These weeds shall not defeat me!

As you can see, the pictures in question turned out just fine.

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It’s complicated…

I still like the film, I just feel disrespected.

CineStill, I wish you’d felt comfortable enough to be open and honest with me from the start. I feel like I should have known going in that you like to play the ISO field.

Would I have never tried you had I known the truth?

Maybe.

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Where’s a hero like Don Quixote when you need him?

But isn’t it worse for me to get together with you and then find out?

And feel betrayed?

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You should have had the balls to tell me.

On the plus side, I guess I can do the night shoot with the CineStill 400 and just push it an extra stop.

 

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Where’s my rolled up newspaper?

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Tell me you have a (bad) dog without telling me you have a (bad) dog.
 

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Diminishing returns

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Out earlier than yesterday and closer to our weekday time, but still a little late.

Which was enough to confuse the crows.

Again.

So only three this morning.

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There were other birds, including a goose high above and lots of smaller, harder to photograph winged wonders.

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And plenty of thieving bastards, looking smug if you ask me.

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Doggo was oblivious to all of them.

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Is this one of your purty flowers, Daddy?

The fiendish flowers continue to pump out their polluting pollens, leaving my eyes on fire.

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Someone’s got the right idea: throw them out!
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I remembered to start the coffee before we left, so my morning coffee ritual was waiting for me upon our return.

I blindly groped my way to a nice hot cuppa…

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