I wanted to do nothing today. I wanted to laze around and watch an NBA game. And I did. I saw Cleveland rout New Orleans, 92-78. But after the game, I decided to get off my ass and be productive.
I went for a swim.
Had a light lunch.
Edited photos from yesterday's shoot.
Fill out warranty forms online.
And I did an inventory of all the equipment I have on me. I did it on Excel, complete with serial numbers, dates of purchase, price paid and vendors. I dug up old receipts, and was focused and efficient. It was really fulfilling.
I found the receipt and warranty card of one of my favorite cameras. It was the black version of the rugged and all-mechanical Nikon FM2N. I shot a lot of my favorite photos with that FM2N, including the stuff that made it to my first exhibit, Carnival Photography, and that black and white photo at the top. I still have the camera, complete with venerable and beautiful brassings.
It was my second camera and I thought I had gotten it 2000. The receipt says I got in '98 from the Nikon Center in Mega Mall. That must've been the infamous Columbia dealership near the skating rink. I do remember that day I got it. I was nineteen and was very nervous about carrying twenty grand on myself. I got my dad to go with me. He went with me during his lunch break, made me do all the talking with the saleslady, and forked over some of his hard-earned cash.
My dad was also the guy who got me my first camera. I can't remember if it was before or after my first workshop. My dad had just gotten back from a business trip, and while on layover in Hong Kong, he got me the then ultramodern, almost-professional F90x. I was flabbergasted. It was the camera I was telling myself I'd get when I was older and better. But my dad, who was hobbyist himself, got a bit excited.
That was over ten years ago, apparently. The world's gone too fast and digital. I've since made a living out of taking pictures and it's been fun. I have (some of) the guts to carry a bigger sum of my own hard-earned money to Quiapo for new equipment. But I still remember that afternoon when my dad, in his white, respectable barong, took his first born to the mall to get his stuff.
I went for a swim.
Had a light lunch.
Edited photos from yesterday's shoot.
Fill out warranty forms online.
And I did an inventory of all the equipment I have on me. I did it on Excel, complete with serial numbers, dates of purchase, price paid and vendors. I dug up old receipts, and was focused and efficient. It was really fulfilling.
I found the receipt and warranty card of one of my favorite cameras. It was the black version of the rugged and all-mechanical Nikon FM2N. I shot a lot of my favorite photos with that FM2N, including the stuff that made it to my first exhibit, Carnival Photography, and that black and white photo at the top. I still have the camera, complete with venerable and beautiful brassings.
It was my second camera and I thought I had gotten it 2000. The receipt says I got in '98 from the Nikon Center in Mega Mall. That must've been the infamous Columbia dealership near the skating rink. I do remember that day I got it. I was nineteen and was very nervous about carrying twenty grand on myself. I got my dad to go with me. He went with me during his lunch break, made me do all the talking with the saleslady, and forked over some of his hard-earned cash.
My dad was also the guy who got me my first camera. I can't remember if it was before or after my first workshop. My dad had just gotten back from a business trip, and while on layover in Hong Kong, he got me the then ultramodern, almost-professional F90x. I was flabbergasted. It was the camera I was telling myself I'd get when I was older and better. But my dad, who was hobbyist himself, got a bit excited.
That was over ten years ago, apparently. The world's gone too fast and digital. I've since made a living out of taking pictures and it's been fun. I have (some of) the guts to carry a bigger sum of my own hard-earned money to Quiapo for new equipment. But I still remember that afternoon when my dad, in his white, respectable barong, took his first born to the mall to get his stuff.
5 comments:
pa gave me my first camcorder. it was the first one to come out with the steady shot feature. he wrote on his stationary "this will not shake" with lettering as if the words were wobbling.
bat wala tayong mga kwentong ganito about mom?
you mean pa's ineligible handwriting? the man could've been a doctor. blog ka naman about mom :D
illegible handwriting!
Migmig, Why are you talking to yourself????
Kakatuwa naman ito. Your dad's a really cool guy. Shows in his cool kids (At least the ones I've met - aka you and Gino). So nice to read loving moments like this. Very seldom do I get to read these things, especially in blogs.
Yeah Pam, you should write again, on your blog, singlexit.blogspot.com. Sige na!
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