Delayed start to the day, thanks to Jonas. The snow on the sidewalk has resided, but in its place another crunchiness, the salt, which is not as inviting. There are few places where I feel comfortable ordering the “coffee-of-the-day”, but Swing’s is one of them. Listened, from start to finish, the Bach Renovation album by Yoonseung Cho. Read that Mark Zuckerberg’s personal project this year is to write an AI program for his home. Some write code, some write literature, some write music; shame that one form is lucrative than others, when that form is artificial at best, while others are genuine. Zuck says AI is good at recognizing patterns but bad at common sense. Books and music are all bundles of common sense, art forms in which our common sense is jumbled, rearranged, and reestablished in a variety of ways.
The package arrived a few days behind schedule, and my anticipation had reached its limits. I tore open the box, and there it was, my first Lomo lc-a camera. What a thing of beauty it was.
That was seven years ago. Day and night, my Lomo was on my fingertips, accompanying me to mountains, lakes, restaurants, parking lots. What attracted me was Lomo’s portrayal of color.
The Lomo soaks up primary colors in their most complete and robust form, to later spit them back out in the most dream-like manner. Some cameras are better at spewing reds, others are better at greens and blues. Handled correctly, you obtain the “tunnel effect”, where the focus is sharpest towards the center of the shot and and edges are darkened and blurred.
I haven’t touched my Lomo at all lately (years). As I rummage through some old shots, the Lomo’s portrayal of the sky still shocks me as inspirational, genuine, majestic, warm, cold, cunning, thoughtful, provocative, pure and dreamy.
So I share with you some of those cuts.
The sky is said to have a thousand faces.