I went on a photowalk today. A big one. I am so sore, all over.
I had to go into the city to run an errand for my wife tonight. She and my step daughter were attending an event so I took advantage of the alone time to shoot the photos for this months installment of the Frugal Film Project in Boston.
10 minutes into the walk my watch prompted me to track a workout. Almmost exactly two hours later, after having covered more than 4.5 miles and shot two rolls of 120 film and about 1.66 rolls of 35mm film, I was back at the parking garage and I stopped the workout.
Now that I am home my legs are exhausted and my back is KILLING ME. Ooops. I’m thinking about doing another photowalk tomorrow though. I still have that third of a roll of 35mm to finish, and oddly enough, my digital camera never made it out of the bag today. I was cranking out the film photos the whole time.
In unrelated news, I don’t know how those evil nazi mother fuckers in ICE do it. I had to take one of the cats to the vet today for a check up and just putting her into the cat carrier was so much like putting her into a jail cell that I felt unbelievably guilty. Just imagine doing that to another human being. I couldn’t do it. Ever. Fuck those mother fucking nazi fucks in ICE. May they rot.
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What a wonderfully honest and vivid account of your day. The photowalk sounds exhausting, but also incredibly rewarding. Four and a half miles, two rolls of 120 film, and more than a roll and a half of 35mm—that is serious dedication to the craft! I especially love that your digital camera stayed in the bag while the film camera kept working. Sometimes the slower, more deliberate process of shooting film makes us notice the world differently.
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