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For the most part, I've been carrying a Panasonic Lumix Lx5 "point-and-shoot" with an extension on it for both UV and Circular Polarizing filters (although the shot below was made with a Nikon D2x) and taking snap shots as I go through the routines of my day.
Of course I would like to travel, and you may imagine, whether armed with a Nikon DSLR or the Panasonic Lumix, what I might come up with in fresh surrounds. Truly, I love the garden I have on the balcony and still find something to shoot down at Fairgrounds Park, which I have to walk around some for health, but I've got that urge to be somewhere else.
Advancing age, declining health -- but not so bad at this time -- uncertain financing, although I might say "steady as she goes" with my lifestyle (my propensity for Amazon book purchases and Orvis wear notwithstanding, and not to mention my getting in decent coffee and a good bottle of wine now and then), and just plain old cussed bachelor singleness (not that I haven't deserved it) gets into the mix and the thought of just walking around somewhere just to walk about -- or, worse, dine with the wine and steak in a strange town -- leaves me a bit flat.
My pony, call it the "Silver Mustang 2000" (with chrome bullits and 16-inch Eagle RSAs) sits in the lot, ever ready to be driven to other than work, the coffee shop, the park, and the grocery store.
How did this happen!?
I am quite aware "in here" that there is an "out there" out there.
Most of "out there" I import through books and through the web, but neither complete a soul: we need our small adventures in realspace too.
I've never failed to find a picture, perhaps "the picture", in my vicinity, but I have had a hard time latching on to compelling subjects, whether "Gardens Down the Road" -- one of the photography themes started and abandoned here (the category's listed to the left) but available for revisiting -- or events fit for "coverage" at a local or regional (road warrior) level.
And it has been years since I've worked with models!
What a shame.
I've become the "Accidental Dilettante".
Not that I am not enjoying it -- the truth is I never imagined being able to be myself, finally, until just about . . . now.