So the above picture from Roanoke (I MOVE ON SUNDAY FLAIL) totally isn't a DSLR camera picture (obviously) but that doesn't mean I don't have one. I was saying goodbye to some BFFs last weekend and just as I was getting ready to leave, a bag with a DSLR got pressed into my hands. I was all I'm bad at receiving presents how can I even say thank you WTF you can't give this to me if you ever want it back tell me CHOKE BACK TEARS. The last Nice Camera I got was a Canon Rebel 2000 that I saved my money up for during 10th grade. I still have it, and it's a great camera, but being a film camera, it's not gotten much use since the whole world moved on. I didn't even take it with me to England last time, opting instead for my phone (which I think worked out okay, see below). I'm so excited to have a real NICE CAMERA, you have no idea. In high school the darkroom was the one place I felt totally happy (being a teenager with IMMENSE SELF ESTEEM ISSUES LIKE EVERY TEENAGER EVER, a dark room where you feel invisible while getting to do what you enjoy? Priceless). I'm totally rusty on everything I learned in that class, but I think I'll be able to pick it back up again. In the midst of a lot lot lot of loss and change, this is so awesome. It's a little thing, but it's a big thing.
Apologies in advance to friends & siblings who are professional photographers who know what they're doing already. ;) APERTURE F-STOPS WHAT OH RIGHT THOSE. And stuff!
(Ignore the blatant Instagram-ish filter. It was raining and gross at Tintagel that day. Cranky wizard ghosts...)
I move in a few days. Today is my last day at the job I've held for over five years. I feel like I'm kind of standing on that Tintagel cliff. Nothing feels real, but oh, how it is. There are so many positives, so many negatives, that everything's just become a wave for me at this point. Life changes you in ways you don't expect. Cliche, I know, but there's a reason people say this shit. It's true, dammit. It's like being forged in fire all the time.