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Run with me
As we race
Against my brain
While cats stare
At damage
They caused.
Books scattered
Screen pushed
Glasses dumped
Popcorn spilled
Dog pooped
Trash eaten.
Run with me
Grab coffee
Feel the spin
Find a chair
Cat in lap
Dogs in bed.
Government calls
Gets info wrong
Mom’s big fear
Being tracked
Is now real
No retreat.
Run with me
From the world
Bullets fly
Who’s the victim
Russian email
Highway demise.
Dreamers denied
Abuse rampant
Your young child
My young daughter
Are never safe
No matter what.
Run with me
Into the snow
Feel the cold
In your bones
Hear that boom?
The sky falls.
Fetch the mail
Pay the bills
Grace passes
Deficit
No spending
Just more stress.
Run with me
Window glows
Sirens scream
At midnight
Am I dead?
Help passes.
Blizzard dreams
In my sleep
My phone melts
Kat arrives
Head for home
Where’s the road?
Run with me
Grab coffee
Solve puzzles
Eat your food
Take your meds
Sleep for now.
G IS HOME! We gave him quite the welcome: everyone was gone. The doors were locked, and he had to crawl through a window to get in. How did that happen? I wasn’t expecting him home until after 5:00. He skipped his afterschool activities and game straight home, which is understandable, but it still caught me by surprise. We had a good chat, talking about alligators, kayaking, and the new games he learned to play while on the trip. There’s no question in my mind that this was a good experience for him. Now, he gets to start prepping for the PSAT next week.
Who wasn’t home? Kat or Tipper. Tipper went to a friend’s house after school with the understanding that Kat would pick her up after she finished at the salon. The problem with that plan was that Kat had a last-minute guest that pushed her all the way to 10:00 before closing the salon. By the time she picked up Tipper and made it home, it was almost 11:00 and I had already gone to bed. Tipper was still in a reasonably good mood this morning, despite Hamilton farting directly in her face. I’m not expecting as much from Kat, though. Today is her only day off all week. I’m gonna just stay away.
I wasn’t home yesterday afternoon because I was out taking pictures of the dapper Tony Shaw. This was the first time I’ve done any portraits of any kind in over three years. I wasn’t sure of the camera, the lens, or my ability to hold the camera still. This was a test I needed. I’ve looked through the thumbnails and am reasonably pleased with most of what we captured. But does this mean I’m ready to make a comeback?
I’m not sure. We were out a little over three hours, shot three looks, and dropped a little over 130 frames. From an efficiency perspective, I’ve still got it. But by the time I got home, chatted with G, and fixed dinner (which no one ate but me), I was extremely dizzy and seriously in danger of falling. During the last few minutes of cooking dinner, I should have called G for help. I wasn’t safe. I didn’t want to bother G, though, because I knew he was resting. I ate and took a nap, watched a little football, then went to bed.
Tony was a good person to have in front of the camera. He looks good from almost any angle, he doesn’t need a lot of coaching, and he has a great attitude that made my job a lot easier. How different would it have been if I’d had someone less experienced and more challenging? I don’t think I would have done as well. We definitely wouldn’t have gotten in more than two looks. I was able to rely on Tony’s creativity where mine was lacking. That situation is rare and if I’m not able to handle someone with little/no experience, am I really ready to come back? I know I’m not ready to book anyone else just yet.
Sitting here this morning, I’m still struggling. This is all cancer’s fault. If I were to feel this way without the cancer, I’d be checking with my doctor. I feel like I’ve been hit by a truck. That’s just par for the course, isn’t it? We’ve been battling this for almost two years so the symptoms shouldn’t come as a surprise. I want to be well, but wanting it isn’t enough. I felt good going into the shoot but was dragging by the time we finished. The conditions weren’t challenging, so this should have been easy. Why wasn’t it? Fucking cancer.
This raises the question of how long-term the chemo effects might be. My body has had two years to adapt to having the poison in my system. What happens when it’s gone? My fear is that I’ll have a boomerang effect where my body will respond negatively to the sudden shift. There’s certainly plenty of data to support that concern. There’s also a fair amount of data warning that some effects, such as fatigue and light-headedness, may never go completely away. We’ve known this for a while, but I’ve been hoping that I’d be among those who walk out with no ill effects. Now, I’m not so sure.
But then, we already know I’m crazy. Can my thoughts be trusted? Is what I’m feeling legitimate?
I looked through the news this morning and it all seemed so repetitive. The biggest takeaway is that everyone needs to vote. Election fatigue has set in and there are a lot of people, especially those on the lower end of the socioeconomic scale, who see no reason to vote because they don’t think either candidate is going to substantially help them in any way. Many fear that both candidates will make things worse for them. I can’t say that they’re wrong, but I do know that not voting is playing the victim to a crime that has yet to be committed. Over 15 million people have already voted. You should plan on doing the same.
And with that, I’m taking my meds and going back to bed, probably for the majority of the day. Fuck cancer. Fuck chemo.
And keep your fucking hands off my coffee. I’m not sharing.
See that map? It’s all about American White Pelicans. The orange/peach-colored areas are where they go for breeding. The yellow areas are part of their natural migration patterns. The blue areas are where they like to call home. Look in all that white area. Can you find Indiana? Take off -25 points if you can’t. Indiana is one of the states that normally don’t see pelicans. That’s not to say that there aren’t occasional exceptions, but generally if one sees a pelican in Indiana it’s because it’s gotten lost.
So, how do we explain almost 40 pelicans flying in over our heads and landing in front of us at Eagle Creek this past Monday? Our best guess, which is not the least bit scientific, is that Hurricane Helene blew them off course. It could also be that these were younger pelicans who got lost during the storm, but we didn’t have the equipment to card any of the birds so we can’t be sure. Nonetheless, they were here and we took pictures of them. There are also some blue Herron, egrets, and a whole bunch of seagulls who weren’t expecting the invasion. I’ll let the pictures tell the story. You can put on your David Attenborough hat and narrate as you wish.
Jenn twisted my arm oh so hard yesterday that I didn’t have any choice but to go with her to Celery Bog in West Lafayette. This is what friends do for each other. She might have died out there without me.🤣🤣🤣 I was working with a new-to-me camera and after seeing the results it’s clear that my vision isn’t as good as I thought it was. I would have sworn I had clear, sharp images. Nope. Missed it by ][ this much. But you know what? Looking at not-quite-focused pictures is still better than having to deal with politics this morning. I can’t do it. So here, have some pictures. Tell me if you can identify that one grey bug ’cause I’m clueless.
There we go. Now, a nap before football!
Jennifer Tuttle is the kind of friend who never gives up being a friend no matter how challenging that might become. We’ve met a lot of people over the years, but Jenn’s the only one who regularly hits me up to go “hunting for snakes.” To an extent, “hunting for snakes” is code for “let’s go wandering around in the woods and see what we can find.” But at the same time, we really are looking for snakes. Jenn loves snakes. She has multiple, the largest of which, Sir Reginald, is big enough that he could kill and eat someone if he were of the mind. There are a number of snakes that she would love to find in the wild. So, we keep looking in the places where snakes are most likely to be found: outdoors.
For this trip, we headed South to Brown County State Park. The park is primarily known for its fall foliage, so in a sense this is “off-season” for them. We did see some high schools playing Wiffle Ball as part of a summer program that I’m sure was designed to pad their college applications. There were enough people out hiking and such that had I taken a tumble Jenn would have been able to get help without leaving me abandoned on the trail. The park was far from the crowded population one finds down there in October, though.
Temperatures have been fairly mild recently, so we didn’t have any issues with excessive heat. At 82 degrees Fahrenheit, the partly cloudy day seemed pleasing to any number of dragonflies and butterflies. The biggest challenge there was getting a clear shot without a lot of tall grass being in the way. There were a few other critters to be found as well, but it wasn’t until near the end that we finally saw a young water snake. You’ll meet him on down the page.
The only disappointment is that we’ve yet to see any bears. Jenn thinks we need to seed the state parks with Kodiak bears. I think that would make park trips much more adventurous. I’m not sure how the bears would respond to our warmer days, though, since their fur tends to run pretty thick. We did see one lone deer as we were leaving, but she bolted too quickly for us to get a shot.
So, here are the images we have from yesterday’s adventure. There are some notes along the way, so pay attention.
Holy Hopping Bullfrogs, Batman! The fog is so thick this morning that I could barely see the fence from the living room window. Thankfully, it’s Saturday, which means most people don’t have to leave for work until this mess burns off. Today will be what one expects from summer: HOT. I’m thinking of spending some time looking at cameras I can’t afford. You know, just so I can pretend I’m still in the game.
Yesterday’s highlight was getting to introduce Tipper to a new friend. The friend and their Dad picked us up, we went to a park, and the two kids went off climbing and hiking and roaming for the better part of an hour, talking up a storm. Any concern I had about Tipper being social went right out the window. The kids were chatting in the back seat of the car before we got out of the neighborhood. I greatly appreciate friends who help us do things like this with/for the kids. This friend will be in Tipper’s class this fall, so it’s nice that there will be another face that she recognizes when classes start in two weeks.
The pain eased up some yesterday afternoon, but then, in the middle of the night, it hit the center of my right tibia out of nowhere. No reason. Nothing changed to cause the pain. Just WHAM, like getting hit in the leg with a ball-peen hammer. That ruined the night’s sleep. I was up and down several times trying to get the pain to go away without waking up anyone else. This is when chemo sucks the most. I’m sure this will affect my ability to get around today. I’ll take a cane with me just to be safe.
Don’t be surprised if I’m a little grumpy today. There’s just so much that I see as danger lurking in front of us and I’m not sure enough people realize the extent to which their lives could change significantly for the worse in the next eight months. AP published this video attempting to explain Project 2025, but they did such a poor job that the end result waters down the severe danger that the plan presents. Here it is:
Meanwhile, NATO leaders are defending the President because they absolutely do not want the Orange Felon to return to power. They understand the danger he presents not only to the US, but to the entire world. The United Auto Workers boss blasted the Orange Felon and supported the President in a speech yesterday, but at the same time, the UAW is outlining a plan of action in case the anti-union Felon and his GOP cronies take over. They understand the significant danger that awaits if Democrats are not victorious in November. Hundreds of thousands of jobs could be on the line.
Looking in other directions that Republicans are likely to ignore, a Brain imaging study in children shows sex and gender operate in different networks of the brain. This means that sex and gender are not the same and should be considered and studied separately. We’ve been saying this for a while, but the new evidence makes the matter more critical.
There’s also a slew of new information about pre-human history. Our last common ancestor lived 4.2 billion years ago—perhaps hundreds of millions of years earlier than thought. Take that in your 6,000-year-old-planet mythology and stuff it. Genomes of diverse microbes point to the early evolution of a rudimentary immune system. The most ancient human genome yet has been sequenced—and it’s a Denisovan’s. 200,000-year-old DNA from a Siberian cave shows our elusive, extinct cousins mated repeatedly with Neanderthals. This makes our own DNA more complex than we’d realized. We’re also realizing that Neanderthals and modern humans mingled early and often. Ancient DNA study gives a Neanderthal-eye view of prehistory and offers clues to how our cousins vanished. So no, there was no Adam & Eve, no Romulus and Remus, no Prometheus the Titan, no Swayambhuva Manu, and no Mashya and Mashyana. The history of human evolution is unquestionably billions of years old and it’s time we started making sure our children understand that.
Oh, since I’ve been up and down this morning, I went ahead and created a new meme I’ll introduce to social media later. Here it is:
Feel free to do a screen capture and share it wherever you can. If they can pressure Joe, we can pressure the Orange Felon. Seems like a no-brainer to me.
Has it really been two years since I processed a new photo taken with a real camera? Yes, it has quite sadly been that long, and a lot has changed in the processing of those images. Still, despite the extra time, it was still quite delightful to have something in front of me that I hadn’t already processed two or three times before. This is the type of fun that could easily get addictive, you know. I might start trying to take this up as a profession… oh, wait, already did that, didn’t we?
I have to give a HUGE thanks to Jennifer Tuttle for inviting me along on the trip with her daughter Ali. I also have to thank her husband, Carl, for allowing me to use his Nikon D5600 and 200-500mm zoom lens. Not having shot a Nikon in over 20 years, it took a minute to figure out the controls, but everything seemed to work fairly well and there weren’t too many shots lost because of my fumbling. The biggest issue I had was that my hands shake so much more now, especially with the heavier glass. There were some potentially delightful pictures of a spider trapped in the sand but they were simply too blurred from all the shake.
I have saved a couple of shots back for use at some other time, but for the most part the pictures below are representative of almost everything we saw during the day. It was a thrilling adventure that beats the hell out of lying in bed all day because the damn weather won’t cooperate. I hope you enjoy the photos (and that this slider works on whatever device you’re using).
These images were shot in June, 2010. The room was small and warm. It didn’t take much help for the flour to stick to her skin. In person, it looked as though a bakery had exploded in the room. I worked with some bakery-oriented backgrounds but didn’t like they way they fit the frame. Granite (the kind polished down for kitchen counters), mountains, and a lake worked better. Fourteen years is a long time. Looking back at these is fun.
You can all wake up now! I’m back home, safe and somewhat rested. Yesterday, my dear friend Jennifer and her daughter Ali picked me up from my whining existence and whisked me away to Indiana Dunes National Park where we took pictures of birds, spiders, lizards, and a whole bunch of seagulls! It was a long day driving up there and back, walking through all the sand in moderate heat but oppressive humidity, but it was still a lot of fun. I’ll share my pictures as soon as I can buy a new card reader because I forgot that the one I’d been using is on the other computer.
Yeah, I’m still waiting on that new debit card. I have the PIN. That arrived in yesterday’s mail. But the card itself has yet to make an appearance. We’re hoping that it shows up today because the list of things we’re needing is beginning to breach the limits of the funds I have left for the month, and we’re still two weeks away from the next check.
I noticed that not many people availed themselves of the video treat we left for you yesterday. I kind of understand, given the video’s length. An hour can be a long time. I still hope that more of you will take a look and listen carefully to what they have to say. They really are more intelligent than you and I.
Not everyone is more intelligent, though. They might like to think they are, but their actions tend to prove them wrong. At the top of that list this morning is the Bimbo Bakeries of America. You see, Bimbo, which is a Mexico City-headquartered company, has bakeries all over the place. You may know them for brands such as Sara Lee and Entemann’s. When one has so many locations and product parts may move from one plant to another, cross-contamination becomes an issue that is difficult to manage, especially regarding potential allergens. After the FDA increased the number of potential allergens that have to be listed on wrappers, the folks at Bimbo decided, “Fuck it, we’ll just list the allergens anyway, even if they don’t exist, just to cover ourselves.” Yeah, that strategy doesn’t fly. The FDA has now warned Bimbo to stop listing food allergens that don’t exist. Strong fines come next if the bakery company doesn’t comply. Meanwhile, watch what you’re putting in your mouth.
And as if the summer heat wasn’t troubling enough, over 60 ice cream products have been recalled due to a potential listeria problem. The biggest brand name on the list is Hershey, but it doesn’t apply to all Hershey ice cream products. Click the link to see the full list of affected products.
As we were traveling between Indiana Dunes National Park and Indiana Dunes State Park, which are two separate but connected parts of the same Lake Michigan coastline, we passed through the town of Portage, IN. Why is that worth mentioning? Because yesterday, your Supreme Court decided that federal corruption laws don’t apply in Portage and that it’s perfectly okay that Portage’s former mayor profited personally from city contracts given to a trucking company. Not surprisingly, the 6-3 decision was dominated by conservative justices with the decision written by “it’s not fair” Associate Justice Brett Cavanaugh. Interesting how justice and the Supreme Court rarely go hand-in-hand.
Interestingly connected, though, 7 in 10 Americans think Supreme Court justices put ideology over impartiality according to an AP-NORC poll. They’re probably not wrong. Even the nation’s highest court is a product of its environment. We probably need to consider how justices are appointed, but we both know that both parties are too power-hungry for that to happen in our lifetimes.
We had stopped on our way home for a quick bite to eat when Jenn got an alert on her phone saying that the voice actor who speaks for Marge Simpson had died. We both immediately thought that the article referred to Julie Kavner, who does the voice for the original show. Turns out, it was Nancy MacKenzie, who voiced the same role for Latin American versions of the program who passed. It was an honest mistake. There were several headlines that simply read, “Marge Simpson voice actor dies.” The error did raise an interesting question, though. When a voice actor dies, do producers re-cast the role, kill off the character, or use AI to continue using the same voice? We see some ethics issues at play there, but we aren’t sure what all the legalities might entail.
I’m not sure what might happen with the rest of the day. I know the rest of the lawn needs to be mowed but we have a heavy dew this morning. The question there becomes can the kids be motivated to get the job done before it gets too warm? I’m not sure. I may need to go back to bed. That involves getting the dogs to scoot over, though, and I’m not sure I have the energy.
I will say that life is much better when we spend the time with friends. Thanks, Jenn, for including me in yesterday’s trip!
Fun fact: that’s taco seasoning on her skin.
It didn’t come off for almost a week.
Years have passed since the world needed a top-notch spy who could also sink a three-pointer from half-court paint. But now, as a new danger has been discovered, she’s back and she’s determined to stop those who excuse Nazi ovens, deny people the right to their own land, and threaten the sanity of the planet. Dressed in a plain brown trench coat, she walks casually into buildings around the world, searching out clues for the mastermind behind the whole plot. She’s never caught as she undresses in a hidden room and leaves without anyone noticing. When she’s sure she’s found the source of the trouble, she radios in an air strike. The only problem is, can she get out before the bombs fall?
There is no sermon to preach here, merely an observation to make. Both sets of pictures are the same source. The first set, with my signature under them, is as I chose to process them in 2010 with the tools I had available at the time. The second set is how I chose to re-process them yesterday, 14 years later, with the tools I have available today. There is no judgment as to which set is better. They are simply different.
Should there ever come a day when I stop loving photography, please go ahead and shoot me on the spot. I know I’m old and kinda creepy looking and not as much fun to hang out with as when I was younger, but I still love photographic imagery. I love what is possible now. I have so many more ideas floating about in my head now than I ever did back in the film days. I miss shooting every day. I miss working with fantastic creative teams. And yeah, I miss walking into restaurants with a hot model on my arm. Those were absolutely the best of days and I long deeply for them to return, though I know I’ll never be up to being what I was 20 years ago.
While I may have stopped shooting three years ago, I haven’t stopped caring about my images. As the technology for processing them improves and as I think of different ways to present them, I fill at least a portion of almost every day going back and rethinking many of those images. While advancements in AI have opened a lot of doors, which makes it easier to change my mind about an image, there’s a lot it still can’t do. One of the big issues is high-end resolution. Bottom line: the higher the resolution of the RAW image, the more flexible it is when we start tearing them apart and rebuilding them.
My first digital camera, purchased in 2003, was a three-megapixel (MP) Nikon. I was amazed at what it could do, but it was basically only good for online images. Printing anything larger than 5×7″ was out of the question and even that was stretching the technology a bit. Late in 2004, I jumped up to a 5MP Canon. The difference was phenomenal and I could now print 8×10″ images and my biggest worry would be color matching (I spent a lot of time in print shops in those days). Over the years, we graduated to 13MP, then 18MP, and finally, 27MP before health and finances made me stop. At 18MP and up, I can get a decent 20×36″ print, and looks incredibly sharp hanging on my wall. So, everything’s cool, right?
Not at all. You see, once you start messing with a digital picture, you impact the depth of its quality. When you save a photo in JPEG (.jpg) format, you roughly half its resolution. You lose half of the information that was available to you in RAW format (BTW, if you’re not shooting in RAW, you’re an idiot and shouldn’t call yourself a professional; you’re a hobbyist at best. I may be retired but I still have standards). When you crop an image, the relative number of MP goes down. If you copy/paste portions from a RAW image into a new image, you only keep a fraction of the data that created that image. Your quality is compromised and if you’re not going for quality, then what the hell are you doing? While MP isn’t the only consideration in creating quality images, it’s still a pretty damn important consideration.
Let’s chase a rabbit for a second. The RAW image on which the picture above is based measures 4272×2848 pixels at 28.38MP and a bit depth of 14. By contrast, the image you see above is 6000 x 4000 pixels (20×13.3″) at 24MP and a bit depth of 8. We used Adobe’s Firefly AI to change the background and create the image of the camera in the foreground, The background image was barely 4MP and the camera rounds out to 3.5MP once the background was removed. That low resolution required some careful upscaling to work in the final image. However, I feel confident that we could pull a full-sized print and it looks presentable. [BTW, the censors at Adobe are apparently all Republicans. I had to go outside of Photoshop to create the background and camera because it said our base image violated its terms of service, ie, too damn close to being nude. Generating the AI in image would have avoided the need for upsizing.]
Okay, getting back on topic, what sparked this post in the first place was I got an ad on Facebook for an event introducing Canon’s new C400 Cinema Camera. I clicked on the ad because, yeah, the subject’s interesting. I’m never going to need one, but it’s still interesting. That led to me getting an ad for Canon’s EOS R3 mirrorless. With a retail price tag of $4,500+, you’d think this baby would be a beast of a camera. But while it has a stupidly high ISO range of 102400 and can shoot continuous 12 FPS (30 electronic), it’s only 24MP! WHY? The EOS R5 has been at 45MP for a while and only has a price tag of $2,900. Why the fuck are we paying more to go backward? Am I the only one who sees that as an absolutely stupid move? Explain this to me, Canon!
Of course, you know how Facebook works. Once you click on one ad in a group, all you get are competitive ads within the same group. Scroll down, and there’s an ad for Nikon’s new Z6iii. Their electronic shutter goes all the way up to 120 fps! Native shutter speeds go all the way up to 1/16,000 sec! I guess everyone’s trying to catch hummingbird wings without a strobe now. That’s about the only thing that requires those speeds. The $2,500 price tag beats the hell out of Canon’s R3, BUT, it’s still only a 24.5MP box! The older D850 has 45.7MP and the price goes down to $2,300! So again, why are we charging more for a lower-quality result?? This is making absolutely NO SENSE. Dear Nikon: explain this to me like I’m 5.
Almost immediately, an ad for a Sony event pops up. What do they have? Their new Alpha 9 iii. Coming in heavy at $6K (WTF?) They’re touting a new global shutter full-frame image sensor that I’d have to see in action (eg, hold in my hand and shoot under challenging conditions), 120fps “blackout-free” continuous shooting, and a max shutter speed of 1/80,000 sec. Again, what the living fuck are you folks shooting that is so damn fast? Comets move slower! And what about the quality of the fucking images? 24.6MP! I can get that from a ten-year-old Alpha 7! Back in July of 2019, five years ago, Sony introduced the Alpha 7RIV at a whopping 61MP! However, that camera has been discontinued! They came back with the Alpha 7RIVa at a price of around $2,500. Yes, the back screen is lower quality. Why the fuck do you need a back screen in the first place? No, it’s not as fast. But goddammit, the difference in quality is more than double! There’s no point in asking Sony for an explanation because even they admit they don’t know why they’ve not continued to improve that line.
The story is the same across all the various lines such as Fuji and Pentax. All the new boxes coming out would rather play with extremes that maybe .01% of photographers need or even have a clue how to use than give us cameras that can capture images so astonishing you’d swear they were real. I don’t fucking get it.
Yes, there are cameras that blow the top off in terms of megapixels available. Among those:
Those are all medium-format cameras, though. Medium-format is typically a studio-only camera, or, at the very least, one you pack around with extreme care. I’ve traveled with Hasselblads back in the film days. Their cases were so carefully constructed that you could have carried the Queen’s crystal in those boxes without worrying about nicks. I don’t expect any medium-format camera to not be fragile. You don’t take them out into the marsh. You don’t stand with one in turn one of the Indianapolis Motor Speedway. You don’t take one to the summit of any mountain that has snow on top year-round. They’re not built for rugged outdoor shooting.
I question, though, whether contemporary photographers are built for rugged outdoor shooting. Maybe the issue isn’t that camera companies have lost their minds and their drive. Maybe it’s something closer to the fact that photographers today are lazy. They want more bells and whistles on the camera so that the camera does most of the work for them. They want the camera to focus on multiple faces. They want the camera to calculate depth of field for them. They want the camera to choose the optimal settings. They want crystal-clear 120fps back screens so that they don’t have to put their eye up to a viewfinder. They want to be able to put the camera on a tripod, walk away, and use a remote control to take the picture regardless of what changes in the environment.
More than anything, though, contemporary photographers don’t care about print quality. Their images are digital and temporary. They don’t care that they’re not going to be able to find them in five years. They’ll still be somewhere online, right? Probably reduced to a pathetic 72dpi because on screens anything higher doesn’t matter. Who wants to see pictures ten, fifteen, 20 years from now, anyway?
Yeah, about that… If you’re not taking pictures to preserve a moment for all time, then why the fuck did you pick up a camera to begin with? What makes photographs valuable is that they’re timeless. The photo I take today can show my grandchildren (if I’m ever so lucky) how I changed as I age, how chemo changed how I look, how I dress, and the activities I engage in. And for those photos to survive twenty, forty, or 100 years into the future, I need prints. Good, high-quality prints. And while there are multiple factors to getting good quality prints, it all starts with a good quality camera at the highest resolution you can afford.
So, why on earth would you spend $6K on a toy, when you can spend less than half that and get a camera that produces better pictures? Why would anyone sell a camera that makes a lower-quality picture? Why are they not trying to improve the quality of the picture, not how easy it is to grab a photo of your food?
I don’t understand. And if there’s a camera company out there that needs me to demonstrate to them how the less expensive camera produces a higher-quality image, my email address is charles@charlesiletbetter.com. Sponsor me. I’ll pack my chemo pills and we’ll do a five-year project going around the world, then we’ll do a three-year exhibition of the photos. You’ll be amazed at the quality of the images. I promise you. I may be old, but I’ll outshoot anyone working with a brand-new 24MP camera.
[BTW, in 2009, I shot the Indianapolis 500 with a 13MP camera whose back screen didn’t function. Screw the back screen. We sold every image.]
Once upon a time, we created videos for almost all the pictures we took. That was great until we lost our video host. Then, the image carousel we were using stopped working. So, there are a bunch of images from 2021 that are no longer available where they’re supposed to be. Fortunately, it’s rare that anyone actually goes looking for those older image sets.
Going back through these images, though, I decided I wanted to process them differently than I did three years ago. That meant creating a new video that we’ve called “Everyone Knows.” The title comes from the words of the 1967 song by The Association, “Windy.” Specifically, “Everyone knows it’s Windy,” which is appropriate because the model’s name is Wendy. Unfortunately, I couldn’t use The Association’s music for the video.
Yeah, I know it takes a hot minute for the video to load. Nothing I can do about that. I had to FTP it to the server to make it available at all. These things just happen. I hope you enjoy it.
Being without my primary PC for a few days has given me the opportunity to really get to know some of the photo editing software on my Chromebook. Adobe Lightroom is workable though cumbersome, especially if an image only needs basic edits. The biggest issue is trying to select anything with this damn touchpad that’s overly sensitive. I also don’t like how it saves images tucked away in its own little folder that’s difficult to find and navigate.
The images you see on this page, though, were edited in PS Express. Dear Adobe: WHY THE FUCK DOES THIS EVEN EXIST? It doesn’t remove backgrounds or select objects as well as Lightroom. It doesn’t create layers that can be manipulated. It has no function for smoothing skin. Its “healing” tool is ridiculously inadequate. And what the fuck is anyone supposed to do with those overlays? I’m sorry, the “stickers” function is one of the most ridiculous things I’ve ever seen.
Take the image above for example. This was shot in a friend’s studio and I knew when I shot it that I would have to replace the background. I was able to successfully do that back in 2021 using the full version of Photoshop. But sitting here on the Chromebook, I don’t have access to those finished images. I took a look and thought maybe I could at least get rid of the “backstage” elements on the right-hand side of the picture. Nope. I tried every method that is suggested and all I got was a fucking mess.
So, I tried this one:
This time, I was able to largely eliminate the unsightly “backstage” elements, but skin smoothing would have been a lot of help, and every time I tried the “healing” function it failed to the point of putting body parts where body parts aren’t supposed to be. I ended up adding a white bokeh overlay just to break up the monotony of a badly processed image.
Images shot on black backgrounds fared a lot better, but the inability to control layers, setting exactly how the overlay should relate to the base image, was a problem. With this one, we reduced the opacity of the smoke and then raised the contrast of the whole image, because you can’t separate the fucking layers. Layers are a basic function of Photoshop and to use the Photoshop name on this software and not include layers is one of the stupidest moves I’ve seen Adobe make.
I just… adding a lens flare is a basic Photoshop technique, but to do it correctly requires adjusting the blending qualities of the fucking layer! No one in their right mind just plops a lens flare over the top of an image and calls it a day! I spent well over an hour playing around with different adjustment settings trying to get this to look decent and what you see here is as close as I could get. It’s pathetic.
What I’d like to know is how much of the functionality is removed in order to get the software to work on the ChromeOS system. Something tells me that if I were on an AppleOS laptop the results would be considerably different.
Of course, if I were on a Windows system, I’d just use PS. The real one. This “Express” shit is a lousy substitute.
There were few good moments yesterday as it would rain, then stop, then rain more, then stop, then wind, more rain, a threat of tornadoes, then nothing. My body didn’t have time to adjust too much so it decided to shut down. Our shipment of cat litter arrived before the kids got home so I had to be the one to carry it in. My body didn’t like that. Nausea hit so hard that I had to take a shower and change clothes. Most of the rest of the day was spent in bed or in the bathroom. Fortunately, the kids are good at taking care of themselves, but I actually had a decent dinner planned and couldn’t stand up long enough to fix it.
Tipper had a problem at school yesterday when someone in one of her classes wrote “Fuck [her name]” on one of the tables. Since no one admitted witnessing the act, no one was admonished or punished. Tipper is more than ready to graduate and never see those particular classmates again. Fortunately, she’ll be in a more supportive atmosphere next school year.
Ryn (aka Big Gabe) called yesterday and gave me an update on all the gossip in that part of the family. The biggest impact is that they’ve blocked their grandparents for refusing to recognize them as non-binary. Their grandfather’s 85th birthday is next week and Ryn’s refusing to go, which I totally agree with. The grandparents have been nothing but manipulative their entire life and if they can’t be supportive then no, Ryn has no obligation to associate with them.
The other big news is that I’m attempting to get back into photography. All the why and wherefore are in yesterday’s post. I’m looking for volunteers so I can update my portfolio appropriately. Contact me here or on Facebook. How I’m going to juggle this along with the chemo, I don’t know. To a large degree, it doesn’t matter. Congress isn’t likely to prevent the severe cut in Social Security scheduled for ’33, so I need to take preventative action of my own now, even if it causes further health issues.
Speaking of the dicks in Congress, House Speaker Johnson doesn’t seem to understand how the separation of powers works. Yesterday, he “demanded” that all trials against the former president must stop on grounds that they amount to election interference. Yeah, that’s really the tact they’re taking. Nimwits. That’s not the way the system works. Congress doesn’t get to interfere in ongoing trials. These idiots are power-hungry and severely delusional. Please, vote and replace them all.
The fog this morning is severe. More rain is forecasted for this evening so I’ll need to complete whatever I’m going to do early today. Not that I had much planned, mind you. Feel free to distract me with coffee.
Somedays one takes a nap only to wake up and discover that the whole world has gone to hell in a handbasket. Okay, that can’t really happen because that’s exactly where we were before we took the nap. But, among the things slapping me in the face of reality are facts such as the Boy Scouts of America are changing their name to be more inclusive, TikTok owner ByteDance sued the US Government over the whole influence/data kerfuffle, and oh, look at this, I only have nine years left to live. Don’t laugh, if you’re using Social Security as any portion of your income, you’re in for a 21% cut come 1/1/33.
Now, Congress can fix that automatic reduction, but let’s be realistic: they won’t. Congress, for the past 16 years, has been the biggest bunch of do-nothing morons the world has ever seen. This particular Congress has passed fewer than 100 bills, the lowest amount ever. Why? Because they’re too busy flapping their yaps about things that you and I don’t give a shit about, like who’s giving the best hand job under the table. The chances that any future Congress is going to do any better is nill because there are too many nut jobs who think they need to elect people like them who are also nut jobs, which is how Marjorie Taylor Greene got into office in the first place. No, you idiots, you need to elect people who are smarter than you because you don’t know shit about running a government.
Anyway, I already can’t afford to live on what I’m making from Social Security and I damn sure can’t handle a 21% cut when I’m 72 years old. That means I need to get back to work taking pictures or I’m going to die. That’s it. My only salvation is to get back to doing the one thing I know best: photography.
Of course, that comes with a number of challenges. In case you hadn’t noticed, I have nothing in my archives newer than 2021. That means I need to take a shit ton of new pictures. Should be doable, right? Oh yeah, I don’t have any equipment anymore! And to go out and purchase all new pro-level equipment would set me back around $15,000 which I don’t have. Furthermore, given that this is like starting all over again, there’s no way I dare go into debt because I may well keel over and die before I can pay it back.
Ah, but there is a solution. My dear phone, which I loathe when it rings, has a 36-megapixel camera built in. While the zoom on the lens leaves a lot to be desired, it’s surprisingly good at portraits. I can shoot in RAW mode, onboard in Lightroom, and then finish up in Photoshop just like I would using any other digital camera. How good is it?
I took that shot in my bathroom just now with only the 8-megapixel self-facing camera, indoors, using only ambient light. Now, if you’ve seen me in person lately, you know I don’t even come close to actually looking that good. If I can do that good with the bad side of the phone, imagine how much better resolution I can get with the good side facing you!
So, I’m issuing an Open Call for “models” who are willing to help me build out my portfolio again. I’m thinking especially of some surreal concepts based on some of the strange movies I’ve seen and the costumes at last night’s Met Gala (Rita Ora’s beads, for starters). Talk to me, either here or on Facebook, and let’s put something together!
Now, be aware that I’m not as young and nimble as I once was. Because of all these fun health issues I now have, we get to abide by the following rules:
If you have any questions, just ask. Let’s do what we can to make images that really stand out from the IG and TikTok crowd (while it lasts). I’m thinking, at the moment, that I can do the first 100 sets for trade. After I feel that I’ve sufficiently proven the value of what I can do, I’ll start charging again.
Does all that make sense? I’ve got to do something because nine years goes by in a heartbeat and I don’t want to get caught without sufficient income to live. Hit me up and let’s do something amazing!
Yesterday was one of the most full and busy days I’ve had in quite a while. We started with lawn mowing. I tackled the portion outside the fence starting at 8:30 so I could hand the rest off to the kids with the instruction to be done by noon. When I came back in, I had a message waiting from Jennifer Tuttle asking if I wanted to go hiking and look for snakes. Hell, yeah! I dug my hiking boots out from under the bed (not an easy task) and took a quick shower because I really needed it. By the time I was ready, the kids were done with the lawn and Jenn was here.
We went out to Eagle Creek Park and started our search. While Jenn looked for snakes, I kept a lookout for bears. You’d think as much as people have been talking about bears in the woods, we’d have seen several. Alas, we both struck out. No snakes and no bears, despite the fact that the trail was loaded with bear bait in the form of babies in backpacks most often carried by random men. Jenn got pictures of young frogs and a couple of adorable little goslings playing in the water. I took pictures of a freakin’ huge mushroom and a tree stump on which someone had decided to test their router. Why someone would take a router to the woods, I don’t know. Bears don’t eat routers.
We stopped by the store on the way home to pick up cat food and a few other things. I grabbed a quick bite to eat and then got a message from Kat asking if I wanted to go to the park with her and Tipper. This was a challenge. I’d already been to the park and hadn’t napped yet. Should I risk trying to go out again? I decided that I needed to challenge myself. I could pay for the consequences later.
The thing about going to the park with Kat and Tipper is that you know it will probably not be an overly energetic outing. Kat found a table where she could draw while Tipper and I slowly walked around Lilly Lake. Tipper never walks all that fast. She enjoys going slow and investigating everything she comes across. As we were walking, we found a tree stump surrounded by yellow flowers. A ray of sunshine delightfully lit the stump. I carefully guided Tipper in taking an amazing picture that would impress almost anyone. These are the Daddy/Daughter moments I cherish.
Once again, we stopped by the store on the way home. Kat needed a handful of things for dinner. We got home, though, to discover that one of our refrigerators had gone out. The food was starting to get warm. The food was quickly transferred to the other fridge so we didn’t lose anything, but the loss of the fridge is going to mean trimming back what we keep in stock.
Why do we need two refrigerators? Because there were three different sets of nutritional needs. The kids, so far, can eat anything, and will. Kat’s diet is limited, though, due to chronic ulcerative colitis. That means nothing with a hush or any kind of roughage. She’s mostly limited to proteins and simple starches, with no fiber. I’m diabetic: low sugar, high fiber, moderate protein, all the veggies. Finding meals we can all eat is a challenge. More often than not, the kids eat one thing, and Kat and I eat something else. This means needing to keep a lot of different food on hand, thus, the need for a second fridge.
Kat fixed a wonderful dinner, but by this point, I was having a lot of trouble staying awake. After eating and bundling up leftovers for breakfast this morning, I came back to the room and fell fast asleep. Total walking for the day was over 8,000 steps, just under four miles. That’s the most active I’ve been in a very long time.
The question now is how my body will respond to yesterday’s activity. I can already tell you that everything is sore, but with rain moving in I’m not sure if it’s because of the exercise or arthritis. Something tells me this will be a bed day. With rain forecasted for almost every day this week, yesterday’s exercise may have to do me until next weekend.
Let this be proof, however, that I’m not an invalid. I can get out, hike trails, and do things. I’m just not as fast and may need to stop and rest more often. If anyone wants to go for a walk/hike, hit me up!
The phone just dinged with an interesting alert: I used my phone one hour and one minute less this week than the week before. That seems odd since I had to use it quite a bit during Thursday’s adventures. But then, outside of Thursday, there hasn’t been much going on except watching wildflowers and clover growing in the yard. The news is frustratingly redundant: war, protests, courtroom tactics, political crimes. After you’ve read it the first time, you don’t need to go back, do you?
I also think I need to share less about how I’m feeling. The things I say can too easily be used against me. And based on the site’s stats, people are much more interested in the pictures, anyway. So, I’ll just be quiet about things that only matter to me.
The latest update to AI on Photoshop screwed up. Everything added via an AI prompt is blown out, often to the point of being unrecoverable. The results have been nowhere near as colorful and interesting. Finer details such as drop shadows from added elements are missing completely. There are other options, but they take a lot more time.
Warmer weather means more time outside with the dogs. I think we spent close to three hours outside yesterday. They had fun barking at everything that moved. I’m damn sure going to miss them when I leave.
That’s assuming I can find a place at all. I’ve been nothing but frustrated. Social Security isn’t enough to cover rent, bills, or food. I’m increasingly getting the feeling that the universe wants me to disappear simply.
Here’s a picture of clover before we mow this morning.
My phone keeps waking me from my naps as news updates keep coming in at the end of the week. To be honest, not everything I’m being sent strikes me as news. And some of the news I’m getting has me rolling my eyes at the levels of stupidity being displayed.
For example, take the self-immolation of a man outside the courtroom where the former president is being tried for a hush-money scheme. The initial reaction was that it had to be a response to the trial. Nope, the poor man is critically ill and consumed with conspiracy theories he’d gotten off the Internet because, ya’ know, it’s all a conspiracy. The man is currently in stable but critical condition. Is there any real hope for his mind, though? Probably not.
Israel apparently sent ONE missile to Iran. Just one. And now, on the backside, neither Israel nor the US are admitting that anything was sent in Iran’s direction and Iran isn’t admitting that they were attacked. The rest of the world is waiting to see who flinches next. Crude prices have stabilized for the moment, but no one is thinking that the conflict between the two countries is over. If this seems like a strange way to run a war, you are correct.
Democrats saved the funding bill for the Ukraine, Israel, and Taiwan after three Republicans on the committee attempted to sabotage the bill by voting against it. Normally, a bill with the Speaker’s blessing would move forward on a party-line vote, but Reps. Massie (KY), Norman (SC), and Roy (TX) voted against advancing the bill. This signals that the pro-Putin minority in the house, traitors everyone, is likely to find that Democrats don’t give them the victory of unseating a second Speaker, either. More Republicans are voicing their concern that the pro-Putin clan is possibly violating the law, which may not go well in an election year like this one.
Oh, and there’s a new issue of the Wonder Woman comic, #8, where the villain uses a “Rope of Lies,” the opposite of her Lasso of Truth, to trick the superhero’s mind into thinking that she’s a beleaguered housewife under the rule of a cruel husband who keeps throwing malicious Bible verses at her to keep her under control. At the end, her mother helps her escape and she yells to her captor: “Your Christian god means nothing to me!” Of course, there’s a lot of right-wing clap back and one DC artist has refused to work on the issue. That doesn’t surprise anyone as it’s been their response to any challenge for the past 20 years. They don’t have any facts on their side and everyone knows it.
So, after having my nap interrupted so many times, I’m going to go take another one, short as it may be.
I think most of us, at least those over the age of 40, grew up being told, with great confidence, that the United States was the best country in the world, and there was little to refute that statement. All that has changed now. It doesn’t take a social scientist with a Harvard degree to realize that the US is far from being the best. We certainly have punted on being the best at democracy, as the multiple criminal indictments of a past president indicate. We’re far from being the best at healthcare. We’re not even close on human rights. Those are just some of the major points where the United States is failing badly.
As I was doom scrolling through one bad news story after the other, I came across a BuzzFeed headline that caught my curiosity. BuzzFeed isn’t exactly known for being any bastion of journalism. They don’t even try. But they claimed to have a list of 43 “cool” things that prove the US is lagging behind on the social front. 43? Really? That seems an odd number, don’t you think? Certainly, this mandated some level of inspection.
Mind you, these are strictly social elements, things that the US could do but hasn’t. None of these things would require an act of Congress. Well, maybe one or two when it comes to infrastructure funding. Most, however, are simply a matter of having entrepreneurs step and and give the concept a try. Are Americans ready for this kind of advances or are we too busy arguing with each other over who is American enough?
I don’t find all 43 items on the list that amusing, either. So, I narrowed it down to ten, starting with:
Bikes with airless tires you can rent, so you don’t have to worry about tires deflating.
The list refers to Singapore’s bike rental industry, which is kinda cool but something several US cities have. What we don’t have are airless tires. There’s nothing quite as lame as renting a bike and having a tire go flat. Whose responsibility is it to change the tire? How do you even report a flat tire to the rental company? Do you get your money back? The problem of flat tires is not an issue that needs to happen. Airless tires have been around for a long time. The technology isn’t even that difficult. It is well past time that we stepped up to the plate on this issue.
Traveling movie theaters so remote areas far away from movie theaters can still catch the latest releases.
Having been raised in rural Oklahoma, I feel this one to my core. Going to the movies was never easy, and if you were including a meal, it was even more difficult. Chances are you had to go to the late showing and wouldn’t be getting home until the wee hours of the morning, and that’s not including any time of hanky-panky. Traveling movie theatres in Scotland are essentially tractor-trailers whose sides expand out once parked. They can set up in a parking lot at a park or store, seat up to 100 people at a time, and give everyone the chance to see current movies not yet streaming. This could be especially important for the thousands of people in the US who don’t have reliable Internet service, either. Someone needs to take advantage of this quickly!
Solar-powered buses
With all the arguments (it’s not really a debate because it’s mostly yelling and short on facts) about the fuel impact of public transportation, Hong Kong seems to have found a reasonable solution. The fact that it’s working in a demonstrably dense urban area is all we need to know. Say goodbye to exhaust fumes and charging stations. The only place where I see this possibly not working is in the Seattle, WA area, where the sun has an obvious dislike for joining whatever party they’ve got going on up there. For everyone else, this solves not only the question of fuel but also the question of costs since, ta-da, sunshine is free! There’s a pretty decent chance that high-speed rail could be operated similarly.
Make the whole traffic light rod light up, so there’s no mistaking when the light changes.
Was that light red or not? Americans may not be the worst drivers in the world (have you been to India?), but we certainly qualify among the worst. We have this bad habit of insisting that we’re right 100% of the time. Any time there’s an accident at an intersection, someone is screaming, “But I swear that light was green!” Let’s put that to an end, or perhaps a reduction, by lighting up the whole lighting structure. Yes, this is an infrastructure cost and no one wants to spend money on things we need, like infrastructure. This is also a safety issue, though, and the number of pedestrians being hit in crosswalks hasn’t gone down anywhere. Light things up, maybe even make crosswalks more visible while we’re at it, and let’s see how many fewer dead bodies we have to scrape from the pavement.
“Confectionery-free checkouts” with no small candies or snacks, so you aren’t tempted to buy anything. These would also be a lifesaver for parents of kids with grabby hands.
This is apparently a popular idea in Australia. Apparently, folks down under actually care about giving their customers a pleasant shopping experience. I can’t imagine how grocery stores in the US would operate without indulging that last-minute “I deserve a candy bar” craving or giving in to the persistent screaming of the two-year-old sitting in a basket. Think of the revenue that would be lost! Why, this sounds absolutely un-American, and it is. We’re too fucking greedy to ever give this idea a decent shot, but that doesn’t mean it’s not a worthwhile concept.
Lights showing which bathroom stalls are occupied.
Imagine walking into a public restroom, especially in a crowded club or restaurant, and not having to peek through the cracks to see whether a stall is occupied! This is the reality in Taiwan and there’s absolutely no reason it shouldn’t exist everywhere. Not many people like being spied on while they’re in the bathroom, especially if that shrimp you had for dinner wasn’t the freshest. A light panel just inside the doorway saves all the questioning and allows one to go straight to the nearest empty stall which is what you wanted to do in the first place. Now, if they’d just add better ventilation to that…
Vending machines for things other than snacks or drinks.
The vending machine concept is far from new, so why is it that the US hasn’t started using them for things more than snacks or drinks? Looking around the world, there are vending machines for used books, wine, flowers, cakes, and many other things that one might want to grab on the go. The technology is easy and could be set up at places such as bus stops so that one could get what they need without having to wander all over town. This could be especially advantageous in places that are currently food/resource deserts. Think about entire individual meals, health products, and even resource guides at the ready! Bonus points if they’re paired with Foodstamp cards for those in need.
In-store signs that warn you about shrinkflation.
Again, I don’t see this happening in America because we’re too bent on allowing ourselves to be fooled so that we spend more than we should. France finds such signs a part of doing an honest business. American companies would find such signs an attack on their revenue. What that says about American business and shoppers alike isn’t flattering. But then, it’s been a long time since Americans gave a shit about honesty. We’re much too greedy for that.
Braille notices on canned goods and drinks
How do blind people shop? For the most part, they need someone else to do it for them. Telling the difference between a bag of potatoes and a bag of oranges is almost impossible. But what about when they get home? They may know what was bought, but if you’re feeling around the refrigerator, how do you tell the difference between soda and beer? In Japan, there’s braille on the top of cans that tell you! This simple kind of stamping would be extremely easy to implement, but less than .01% of consumer-oriented goods make any kind of allowance for blind or vision-empaired customers. This is an idea that is long overdue and one we need to get behind.
Public points to get help for people with dementia or autism issues.
Anyone with autism issues knows what it’s like to be out in public and suddenly become overwhelmed by any number of sensory issues. Maybe it’s sound. Maybe it’s too many people, Maybe it’s too many lights. I have family members who experience such moments and their bodies simply shut down, right there, unable to do anything to help them get to safety. Now, take those same feelings and apply them to people with dementia. They might have been just fine for days and in a place they know well, but all of a sudden they’re lost. Americans talk about caring for these people, but we do a lousy job of actually doing anything about it. Multiple Asian countries, however, have established copious help points, quiet rooms, and emergency assistance staffed around the clock just for these situations. They provide paid professionals who can make a quick assessment of the problem and find the appropriate help so that no one gets hurt. These are countries that actually care about their citizens, including those with neurological disabilities. The US does little more than talk, and there’s a severe lack of sincerity in our conversation. We have yet to put any real effort into addressing the many issues.
These ten things are just the edge of all that is happening around the world to make people’s lives better. We are so behind these trends that I’m a little surprised anyone at BuzzFeed thought to take a look at them. I’m guessing it’s someone who travels a lot internationally and was starting to feel a little jealous. Americans have let our international dominance slip so far that we’re afraid to take the steps necessary to start moving back up the ladder. We don’t want to spend the money. We don’t want to be bothered with someone else’s problem. We don’t have the spine to stand up and do what’s right.
I hope you’re feeling ashamed. I do.
Morning Update: 07/14/24, Descent Into Anarchy Edition
There is a lot to talk about this morning and I’m thinking that it’s better to toss everything into one post so that I can get it out of the way and get on with my day. Sleep last night was fitful as my dreams were consistently apocalypse-driven horrors made all the worse because they made zero sense. Hamilton must have been channeling my dreams because he was up and down, off and on the bed all night as well. Cats were here and there with occasional hissing as one would try to lie down in another’s spot. We’re all going to need naps later.
Yesterday didn’t start out bad, of course. Kat dropped me at Robert’s Camera so I could talk to the Sony rep about the new a9iii. I was primarily concerned about the details of their claim of 120 fps bursts. There are some caveats. The burst can only run for about a second and a half before the body has to rebuffer. It can’t move that fast at full RAW because it wouldn’t have time to write the files completely. 80 fps is about as fast as it can be pushed. It will do the 120 fps on compressed RAW, however. The recommendation was to use the a9 with a long lens for any outdoor work, including weddings, but continue using the higher-resolution a7ii for critical work that needs the 61MP detail. That would be $9K worth of camera for those of you keeping score, and you’d still need lensing and gear. Is it all impressive? Of course. Is it worth putting on a wish list? Probably not mine. I think that the upcoming AI modifications are going to push cameras into a realm we’ve not yet imagined. I’ll wait.
Leaving Robert’s, I walked down to Mass Ave and had a reasonably safe lunch of fish and chips before calling a Lyft to pick me up. It definitely wasn’t the best ride-share experience I’ve had. The dude drove right past me and I had to chase him down. Try doing that when you’re using a cane to stay upright. He then had to slam on his brakes to avoid running a red light and other bad driving habits while moving across St. Clair. I was watching the street rather than relaxing in my seat.
We came home, napped nicely, chatted with G about the new D&D character/class he’s developing (he’s really excited about it), put meat down to thaw for dinner, and then…
Before I get into all that, though, let me say that losing Dr. Ruth and Richard Simmons on the same day really sucks for those of us who were young adults in the ’80s. They were both on our televisions every time one turned around, both telling us to be healthier, to think beyond traditional boundaries, and assuring us that it wasn’t wrong to explore. We needed that level of positivity then more than we realized, and it wouldn’t hurt to have people we can trust like that again. I’m not sure that’s even possible now, though.
From the outset of this discussion let’s set some expectations. The only person who knows all the truth about what happened and why is dead. What you see/hear/read through any media source is edited based on someone’s biases, whether intentionally or not. The facts around the actual event will be argued and debated for decades, to the point that eventually no one will actually give a shit. We can’t change what happened, of course. What we have to do now is prepare for what’s coming next.
My first notice that anything had happened came from a push alert from Reuters that simply said, “Sounds of multiple shots were heard…” It didn’t say whether the former president had been hit. At that point, they wouldn’t even confirm that it was a gunshot. It was around 6:30 PM EDT and I needed to get dinner started. So, I was in the kitchen with veggies in the skillet when Tipper came gleefully bouncing in and said, “T*’s been shot!”
The weight of the moment was completely lost on the 14-year-old. She was dressed in her furry suit and on the phone talking with her friends, none of whom seemed alarmed, concerned, or adversely affected by what had happened. They went right on talking about things like putting bells in the furry suit rather than squeakers. From their perspective, the person who had been shot was a bad player anyway, so who gives a shit if the bad guy gets killed?
I finished making dinner. We all ate. I then cut a big piece of the watermelon that’s been languishing in the bottom of the fridge and took it outside. The dogs were happy to come along. As I sat there dripping watermelon juice onto my chair, I heard what sounded like cannon fire, the ceremonial kind such as what they use at the track when the gates open. Three volleys. I watched for any hint that it might be poorly-timed fireworks. There was none.
Nothing in the neighborhood changed. Curtis, across the street, continued weed-eating in his backyard. Jason, next door, had guests over and was rapidly getting drunk. A couple of doors to our North, a couple’s baby was objecting to his Momma putting him down in a walker. It showed all the signs of being just another Saturday night in the neighborhood.
When I came back inside, though, enough time had passed that media hell had broken loose. I can’t begin to describe to you what happens in a newsroom, regardless of the type of media, when an event like this takes place. To call it chaos seems inadequate. Everyone gets called in. Interns are stumbling over each other trying to call any source that might possibly have an opinion. Producers are watching what everyone else is doing, attempting to manage the onslaught of information, and questioning what is valid. Writers are scrambling to keep up with new information to feed to anchors sitting at a desk trying to control their angst. And yet, their job is to present accurate information in a manner that doesn’t incite public panic.
Fortunately, if there was any panic, it was quickly quelled. Major cities put their police departments on alert, but as far as I know, at 7:05 AM EDT, there were no significant events in response to the shooting. That fact, in itself, may eventually prove to be telling, but it is too early to have any certainty in that matter. There are still a shit ton of questions to be answered. The names of the one person killed and others hit have not been released, which should raise some eyebrows. CNN, CBS, and BBC all have interviews with people who saw the shooter climb onto the roof and tried to alert police. By all accounts, police nearest the shooter seemed “confused” and unsure as to what to do. Why was such a close (145 yards) line of sight left unguarded? Why were there people in the stands, particularly one man in a blue blazer and black straw fedora, who never flinched, never ducked, and never seemed particularly disturbed by the shooting? In fact, the man in question whipped out his cell phone and was recording video. There remain a lot of questions and I don’t know that we’ll ever get adequate answers.
I’ve seen a few people relate last night’s event to the Reichstag fire in 1933 that gave Hitler an excuse to suspend civil liberties and declare war on communists within Germany. I’m not yet convinced that this was that level of event. The Orange Felon does not have any real power (yet) and President Biden is more likely to take a measured approach in responding. If this were to be followed with an attempt on President Biden, then yeah, there might be something resembling a crackdown, but even with immunity for “official acts,” we’re not working with a President that is going to step outside established protocols. We’ve been here before. Repeatedly. There are rules for how the White House responds.
So, let’s address some of the rhetoric I’m seeing this morning. There is so much nonsense that I’m hard-pressed to choose which to address first. Let’s start with one of the first things out of officials’ mouths last night: “This is not America.”
BULLSHIT. Like hell, this is not America? This is so much like America that it was predictable, by me and others, as far back as January. This is red, white, and blue America! The first such event came in 1835 when an attacker’s pistol misfired against President Andrew Jackson. The attacker, Richard Lawrence, was declared insane. He said “Jackson was preventing him from obtaining large sums of money and was ruining the country,” according to the Congressional Research Service. Since then, attempts on both presidents and candidates have become almost commonplace. I’ve noticed that, as far as I can tell, no one’s asked Robert F. Kenney, Jr. what he thinks of last night’s event, given that his father was actually killed during the 1968 campaign. And a graze on the ear seems almost insignificant compared to the attempt on Governor George Wallace in 1972 that left him in a wheelchair for the rest of his life. This IS America, gun-toting, ego-driven, take-it-in-my-own-hands, bad-ass wannabe wrapped in a flag type of so-called patriotism. Wake up, smell the grease burning, and own this dumpster fire. This is exactly what America is.
As for those who are claiming that “God saved” the Orange Felon, again, let’s stamp that as BULLSHIT. If your God was remotely interested in American politics, which he is not, then he would not have let the event happen in the first place. Second, why would your God, who is allegedly holy, have anything to do with a man who is a serial cheater, a serial rapist, a con artist, a convicted felon, and a foul-mouthed, narcissistic demon bent on destroying our democracy? Attempting to put any God in a relationship with the Orange Felon immediately discredits the deity completely. So no, this was not the religious moment you want it to be. This was nonsense.
Those claiming that this was all a planned setup to generate support for the Orange Felon, I have to admit that there is reason for that concern. Primarily, the fact that the line of sight was left open, and the quickness with which the Felon popped back up, fist raised, yelling, “Fight! Fight!” to the crowd. There are a number of possible scenarios here, from the GOP’s own panic over a forecasted dip in the polls to the idea that some Conservatives might want to replace the Felon with another bad actor who could carry out their plans without as much distraction. The latter is buoyed by the fact that no running mate has been announced. The former would address the concerns of those hoping to ride the Felon’s coattails to Congressional seats.
As tempting as conspiracy theories may be, even where there is some sense to the allegations, it is, for me, impossible to discount the number of moving parts that have to be aligned in pulling off such deception. For example, the entire Secret Service would have to be in on the plot. All of them. The detail assigned to last night’s event would have needed to be briefed and in agreement with what was going to happen and exactly when and how they needed to respond. The detail on the ground in Milwaukee preparing for this week’s convention would need to already be making plans for a “tighter than usual” level of security at an event where guns are not banned outside the arena itself. The FBI, in extremely large numbers, would have to be in agreement with how the investigation is handled. The Department of Homeland Security would have to be severely compromised as well. My experience interacting with some of these people tells me that such a deep level of cooperation simply isn’t possible. They take an oath to uphold the Constitution and let me be the first to say, to a person, I’ve not met one who didn’t take that oath seriously.
Our response needs to be predicated on facts, not supposition, and there are plenty of facts that come to bear right now, without exception. Let’s make a list.
Meanwhile, our distraction has allowed us to miss out on some things that actually do matter. At least four people were killed and nine others were wounded in a shooting at a Birmingham, Alabama, nightclub late Saturday night. Four people were killed and three others were injured in a mass shooting early Saturday morning inside a home where people were celebrating a 21st birthday party in Northern Kentucky. An Israeli airstrike killed at least 90 Palestinians in a designated humanitarian zone in Gaza on Saturday.
And while we’re at it, let’s not be lost on the fact that on this day in 1798, citizens of Paris stormed the Bastille, freeing the seven prisoners inside and setting off the French Revolution.
The President wants everyone to condemn yesterday’s event, primarily because he’s fearful of retaliation if we don’t.
I’m sorry, Mr. President, I don’t think that’s going to happen.
Strap in. The ride’s just starting.
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