It seems like my new lens will have to wait a while longer - on some shelf, in some store...in some city...in some country.

I drove to Maribor the other day...and somewhere behind God's balls in Sp. Selnica, a F****** c*** S***** cop pulled me over and served me a speeding ticket! Oh, man, I had no idea that speeding tickets were so insanely high in this country!I've been a driver for over 10 years - without tickets! But lately, those cops just seem to love bumping into me on roads.

Not long ago, I drove to Austria - and a meter from the border, I was pulled over and had to pay 60 euros for not having an ID.
So, gradually, the savings intended for my new lens are getting lower and lower - I am giving it all to the police of Slovenia. Well, I hope they can afford more donuts now. :) (are there any other cliches I can use?)

Anyway, there's been a lot to do lately, so I haven't had enough time for photography. This is all I've done in the past few weeks.....

Splendor in the grass

We are f *****

I found this poem I totally "agree" with. It was posted here. Written either by
Ohad Ben Shimon or Sander Uitdehaag.

We are fucked.
We are a generation of fucked up people.
We, the young
the misfits
the retarded
can’t get it through.
Can’t live the life we are supposed to.

We try.
We cling together.
We look up and down.
Here and there.
Take this road and that road.
But we never really get there.
We never make the point.
We never score.

And it’s not that we don’t want to.
We do.
We have an image of how it is supposed to be.
But it’s not over there. It’s not in front of us. It’s not in front of you.
It’s in the back of our minds.
On our internal desktops.
In our little diaries.
In between the celluloid of our negatives.

We sketch the life we dream of until our dreams become sketches of our lives.

We go.
We no go.

We have no financial crisis simply because we have no finance.

Are we abnormal?
Are we really that different?
What is difference?

Is there such a thing as being normal?

So why ask of me what even you can’t portray?

I will tell you this:

You can go and fuck yourself.

If you can’t help me you can’t help you.

The guilded age

What if my subconsciousness is in a dark age? It shows in my photography.

Perhaps not. To think about it, it really seems to be more of a light experimentation than anything else.

I've come to accepting the digital world and even appreciating it. I view the grand Photoshop as one of my favorite places (THE favorite place, of course, is BEHIND THE CAMERA). The more I play with it, the more it has to offer. Not only does it give me the opportunity to improve my images most of the time (which is due to not knowing how to use my new camera properly), it also gives me good lessons on what a good image should be. Hell, I've always loved spending time in the darkroom. LOVE IT!

Other than that, I still collect old cameras - my "collection closet" is almost full of different formats and camera gear from several different decades of the 19th and 20th centuries. The look upon the gear sometimes gives me the creeps, because film is so hard to get these days. Don't even let me start on how difficult it is to get POLAROIDS. As I hear, Polaroid has stopped producing polaroids. Then a guy I bought an old Polaroid from in Graz told me that a bunch of guys in Amsterdam bought the whole factory and are planning on producing them in 2010. Hope it happens!

I'm also GRADUALLY buying gear for my Nikon D80. I've been trying to get an AF lens for it, but am not sure it will work. I believe that the D80 has the AF motor in the body, but I'm still not sure whether it would work. Some say it would, others say it wouldn't. Hopefully, there is a store where they let you try the lenses out before you buy them.
My digital Nikon needs to work a lot like the analogue SLR. That is a must. So I need a low-light lens!

Well, that's all for now. I need to go find that new lens now. :)