light
While testing my new old school Gossen Luna Pro light meter for the first time yesterday, I was greeted by two highlights.
First were the rich and deliciously true light readings for my camera's exposure settings. The second came with one of the test shots, unveiling a haunting resemblance of my father through my reflection.
Santa's Cadi
It may not be what he uses to make his runs on the 24th of December, but occasionally you know he's opting for some Skynyrd, cruise control, and horsepower over reindeer power.
Cruise on big man.
She's Seen Heaven
I was in my early 20s, sitting in my Oldsmobile on a blacktopped parking lot, listening to the radio, and savoring a few minutes before punching the time clock prior to my shift at the factory. Looking back, it seems fitting that a disc jockey would break the news to me. It was foreign. Shocking. Unthinkable.
I have no memory of what happened earlier on that day or leaving my shift at 7AM the following morning. But I do remember sitting in that parking lot on that cold dark night and crying when I heard that John Lennon had been killed. Imagine suddenly meant something bigger than it ever had before.
It’s thirty-one years later and I believe in that peace thing more than I ever have. Thank-you John.
Some days are more memorable than others. I’m sure this is some sort of emotional safety mechanism. If every day was better than yesterday, we’d have little need, if any, for keepsakes, journals, love songs, shoe boxes filled with snapshots, or yesterday’s mementos.
We need each and every one of those. They provide us with those personal places to store our tomorrows.
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| ©2011 gary garbett.com |
Shedding light on a situation.
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My early morning commute in the fog meets an oncoming passerby.
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