Maaan, I hate working evenings. It should be enjoyable. But it’s lonely, and I don’t get enough sleep. After finishing work around 11 PM, I spend hours watching Netflix, playing Sims 4 and (on good nights) reading books. Sometimes I annoy myself purple reading comment sections online, and I once found myself in a vertigo of belly dancing videos on Youtube.
Then I go to bed when other people get up, and hate life when I wake up in the afternoon, after slumbering my phone alarm for ever – not feeling rested.
I used to think I’m a B-person. Turns out I just love sleeping more than waking up early.
Tonight, I decided to have a walk under the midnight sun. The grey weather of the last weeks kind of made me forget the magic of living up north.
I enjoyed the bright night with my camera (Sony A7III), feeling kind of sneaky while photographing the houses in the neighborhood. If anyone saw me, they might have assumed I was planning a robbery. But all was quiet.
My Sony family has new member, the beautiful camera on the picture below.
My mom keeps asking me how much it cost in a disapproving way. I haven’t dared telling her… *:D
There are a couple cameras at work too.
But I cannot bring them home for an extended amount of time, or to Africa. They are not mine.
If you have not read «The Little Prince» by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, you should. I reread it in a burst the other day. It’s not about cameras, but I keep remembering this phrase, along with a little lump in my throat:
He was only a fox like a hundred thousand other foxes. But I have made him my friend, and now he is unique in all the world.
The point of having an awesome camera in your bag at all times is that you start looking at world differently, depending on which optics you carry. All sorts of new perspectives open up. Did that make sense in English?
At the very least: A camera is a good reason to look around instead of staring at your feet. Wow. I just realized it’s actually a reason to leave the house.
It’s unbelievable that I’m once again packing my bags to go the Caribbean, to Haiti. Last year I made aphoto collageof the clothes I brought with me. It gave me a nice overview over my wardrobe during six-or-so weeks away from home. So I tried something similar while packing this year too, but there was just no time or space to make it as… orderly as I would have wished.
I wouldn’t have believed it was possible, but I feel equally badly prepared as the first time I was going. Yet, I’ll be on the airplane in a couple of hours.