I don’t know why I shoot or why a spend money to shoot. But I feel like I need to shoot, to capture a piece of life in negative or in ones and zeroes. I know this doesn’t make sense but when shooting, it’s like riding a bike for me, I zone out and forget my worries and try to see. To really see (the world).
Mostly nobody will care. But who the fuck cares? as long as you’re “happy”. As long as you do what you feel you must do. Then do it.
Our first day in Hong Kong takes us to the Big Buddha and Po Lin monastery. They say that the cremated remains of Siddhartha Gautama in interned inside this really peaked my interest. I have been deeply curious about Buddhism and have been reading a lot about it ( The Way to Zen by Alan Watts and Siddhartha by Herman Hesse, Great books).
I have been using the X100f for almost a month now and I’m deeply impressed. Although I’m very easy to impress coming from the Minolta Cle, the transition have been smooth. Lately I haven’t had time to do my “walks”, time have been really tight now that my brother and niece is here.
I have been following the Kage Collective for awhile now and have been greatly influenced by their philosophy and works.
They say that the best way to improve is to surround yourself with the best. And they are the best! I have been trying to see like them which is hard. Well imitation is the greatest form of flattery. 🙂
The X100fs’ EVF paired with the Acros simulation is a match made in heaven. It let’s you instantly see your actual exposure which is a real boon. There’s just something to the simplicity of this black and white simulation that make me want to shoot more.
Here’s some shot I took today:
All taken with the X100f
Acros + Red filter (Sharpness +1, Highlight -2, Shadow +1, NR -2
It’s time to visit my grandmother who’s been bedridden for a while now. She’s 85 yrs old and is having memory problems. I bless her hand and all she says to me is “Who are you?” around 8 times on repeat. It’s heart wrenching.
Grandma (GM) to Mother(M) : You take care of your sister after i’m gone, okay?
M: Yes. But don’t say those things.
GM: I want to be cremated the day after I pass.
I left for a while at this point then returned to barely hear the last of the conversation.
GM: But what if I don’t die yet? What will I do? What’s taking so long?..
Then she mumbled for a while and fell asleep.
Another reminder of mortality. I’m just grateful to see her again.