one of the worries of photographers is that they never take enough pictures. i saw something on tumblr that said "if you couldn't take your camera with you to wherever you wanted to travel, would you still go?" and i don't remember if i reblogged it because i was a little put off by the thought.
the idea is, i hardly picked up my camera to the extent that i did in the past few months. this weekend the digital is napping while i carefully wind up my granddad's minolta. and that humbles you. you have a limited set of exposures, like that magnetic poetry kit i told you about. you have a limited set of words, so you use them carefully. you pick your prose with the utmost nuance, finding a way of saying what you want with less extravagance and more efficiency. one roll is done, the other is just beginning.
or, you can think of it this way. if you had a massive stutter and you could only say certain things in a specific period of time, what would you want to say and how?
and yes, august was okay. i'd just like september to be better.