I own a pair of 35mm SLR film cameras that I take with me during my walks around downtown. Well before this whole social distancing and sheltering in place took into effect. One is a Nikon FM10 and another is a Canon AE-1 and they are film cameras. During my walk, I have one in my hand and the other in my backpack. One is load with color film and the other is loaded with black and white. Why do I carry them both load with film?
Sometime there are moments when you are photography, your subject looks better if photograph in color and other time it look better in black and white. The majority of the time I am shooting in black and white film. Taking photos of people who are also walking in the downtown area and events that are going on in the downtown area.
Carry a pair of film camera, you can never go wrong which one to use that people will compliment you about the camera. Some will say, “I like your camera”, other will say, “is that a film camera.” Other time people will say they use to shoot film and still have their camera. My reply is, this is the best time to get right back into it.
Curves, why are women curve attractive to the eyes of the opposite sex? Simple answers would be just sex and genetics, but is it something more. Men’s eyes staring when the clothing of women outline the curve of their body frame, the curve roundness of their breasts. Is it the same for women when they see men? Ladies please share you input. Maybe it something that will never be understood by science, but universal, curves are awesome. Look at nature. When we see the curve of the sunrise breaking the horizon, our eyes are amazed by scene and the beautiful colors. When we see the curves in nature, a rocky formation, a flower and the color texture, our eyes stare at such scenery. Could we just be obsessed with curves? From looking at them, but to also showing them off.
As a child the world is a huge place. We live in it, learn, and growing within another world we don’t understand. That our parents and the adults who look down to us, raising us in a world to them has gotten a little smaller.
I remember playing under neath a table at my grandparents house when I was five years old. As I grew up it got harder to get below that table without hitting my head. Even the room it self got smaller. Being a kid, playing on the floor, below your parents eyes seem easy. Fitting inside one of the kitchen floor cabinets like in the movie, the christmas story was a piece of cake. Now looking below it would be impossible to fit in there. It just strange how the world below our eyes as an adult was easy when we were kids.
Standing with my hands in my pocket. Looking around, my eyes adjusting to the darkness and few colorful nights floating around. My ears trying to adjust to the noise, listening to the shouting. People walking around me, trying to squeeze in between me, the others who are standing in front, back and to the right and left of me. Holding their drinks in one hand and using the other hand with the arm stretch out like a knife cutting bread. Trying to get through the crowd and not drop there drink. Ladies hugging as they see someone they recognize. Men keeping their hand in their pockets or to their side to not accidentally touch the ladies inappropriate as they slowing rush between us and others. Some securing their beer in their other hand. Still, my hands are in my pockets and an older gentlemen who I recognize comes towards with hand reach out. My hand reaches out and we shake hands. I hear him say, Hey buddy, nice to you!!”. I shout out, like wise.
The noise in room switches to something more pleasant to my ears. The band start to play and I walk toward a girl with my hand stretch out, asking if she would like to dance. With a smile, she say yes, accept my hand and we walk over to the dance floor. Couples slowly packing the dance floor. We got to the dance, I face her, my right arm gently wrap underneath her left arm with my right hand just touching her mid-back. Her left hand touch near my shoulders. My left hand gentle grasp her right hand.
Though out the night couples are dancing, their bodies and hands sweating. With the light flashing in the darkness, I see the shadows of men and women, with their hands changing positions as they dance. Men turning their female dancing partners by raising their left hand and guiding them with the right hand, tracing the hips. Again leading their female partners from one area of the dance floor to the opposite side. Staying within the box area. At the end of the dance men shaking the hand of their dance partners and thanking them for the dance. Walking toward the next girl with their hand extended, say,” would you like to dance”? would she say Yes or no? The night is a constant repeat of using hands, sweating hands, hands to hold a drink and cutting through the crowd. A night when their wasn’t hand sanitizer, just paper towels, and a restroom to wash your hands.
Honestly, I am not a cook. I can cook just the basic stuff like a hamburger, spaghetti, fish, but I can’t make a fancy dish. I would never ever make it on the show Chop.
Just the day before yesterday, I did make a sweet potato pie since we had a lot of sweet potatoes then we can eat. Am the one that eat them and my dogs do to. With a little bit of butter. Well I found a recipe online and had to make a minor adjustments. If you ever made a pumpkin pie from scratch, it the same steps. Boil you sweet potato until they get soft and let them cool. Once cooled remove the skin and use a food processor to smash and blend them. If you see they contain a lot of water, you want to drain the water. Sorry I don’t know the chef/cooking terminology for that. Here are ingredients for the sweet potato pie I found online. Here the link to where I got the recipe. The * are the changes I made.
1 and 1/2 lbs sweet potatoes. *I used 2 and 1/2 cup of sweet potatoes.
2 tbsp light butter, soften
3/4 cup light brown sugar
1/2 cup 1% milk * didn’t have 1% milk, but did have 2%milk, so I use that
2 large eggs
1/2 tsp ground pumpkin spice
1/2 tsp ground cinnamon
1 tsp vanilla extract
1 9 inch pie crust
bake at 350 degrees for 55 to 60 minutes
To tell you the truth I didn’t know what to expect. I put it in the refrigerator over night since it was late. Tried it the next day. IT was good. If someone had given me a piece of that pie, I wouldn’t be able to tell that it was sweet potatoes. It tasted like pumpkin pie and am guessing that because of the ingredients. You probably can if you give your taste buds some time to process when you are chewing.
The street I grew up had imaginary side walks. No cement side walks as we see today. Everyone knew that you just walk on the side of the street when car traffic would pass by. This imaginary side walk was made of asphalt and rocks.. It was also the out of bounds line when us kids would play basketball. Along with two neighborhood mail box were the other out of bounds line. Our basket court rim was hammered to a piece plywood that was nail to a wooden post. Holding all of this straight up was just a bucket and a tire filled with cement. With the post inside the bucket. With yellow spray paint line mark on the asphalt, is want the kids agreed would be the three point line. Of course we couldn’t forget the free throw box, where the kids decided who would have the ball first. Night and day kids would be outside riding bikes or playing basketball. During breaks, head into my yard to drink water from the water hose. Why, probably cause my home was the center. Parents didn’t have to look far or scream loud to call their kids inside. Beside the only city light post was there that lit up the street.
“Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday to you, happy Birthday dear ……….., Happy Birthday to you.”
That the song that come to mind when I hear the word song. If it isn’t obvious, today(April 3) my birthday and what a strange time to be celebrity a birthday. Sheltering in place on a cloudy and wet day, my parent brought me a tres leches cake. Along with them, my little sister and niece sung me happy birthday and I blew out the candles. It was simple and everyone enjoyed cake and ice cream. For everyone who had a birthday these past few weeks and to those whose birthday are coming up, Happy Birthday!! I sure this will be one birthday that you will never forget.
Our way of life, our society is now closed. Closed because of COVID-19, but it give us an opportunity to open other doors in which we ours self have closed off because of cell phones and social media. The younger generation never experience on how life was before technology took over. Now it a chance for young and old generation to open a book to read, open a real conversation with love ones: kids, husband, wife, who ever during this crazy time lives in your home. Time to open that creativity and use it to reflect how you feel about being coup up in your home and the fear of COVID-19. During this time, it a chance to open our self up and re-connect in a non-technological way. We all know that the world and society will be different when it re-open so way not greet it with a different you.
Where ever you are in the world, I hope you are doing well with this coronavirus pandemic. Who would have ever thought that life would be halted to a stand still because of a small living organism. The world, before the coronavirus introduce it-self to the world, life was cruising on the fast line. People traveling across the world, working 8 to 5, kids in school. Now depending where you are in the world, people are order to shelter in place, practice social distancing, and having to do a total 360 of their life style.
Me before this madness, I was and still unemployed as I have been for the past 11 years. I was applying here and there, going to the few interview that I was invited to, but never getting an offer. Not knowing what reasons I wasn’t hired, now I have another obstacle to confront. Companies are now at a stand still in hiring new people because of this virus. My job search is put on hold and I hope not for to long.
In the mean time and just like you(depending where you are in the world) am staying home and only going out if I need something. Am keeping busy by drawing and journaling. I would like to do some photography around the city, but don’t want to risk getting a family member sick. I also have two dogs that keep me occupied. I am also reading books, but with the libraries closed I don’t know where am going to get new books to read. I know I can read the digitally because staring at screen for a long period of time hurt my eyes.
Well take care where ever you may be in the world. If you are scared, have faith thing will get better. We as human have been though pandemic when medicine was less advance then it is today. We survived and am sure we will survive this one.