||that's it. i've had it with my Argus Photo Phailure.
I mean Phazer.
It's a toy, a novelty, anything but a camera.
This is the third time I've lost a session of photos
from its internal memory due to a momentary power loss--
losses which occur with disheartening frequency because of its shoddy
what i lost: photos of the bland excesses of a corporate lawyer's xmas
arty lightbulb pix of alyssa and jesse's new blacksmith/woodshop/rockout
Kristina's smiling face on a subfreezing sunny northeast Minnapolis
mile-long freight in the background; reflections in matchbox cafe
matchsticks and naked winter tree limbs comingling oh so prettily;
and other never-to-be-repeated glimpses of light and shadow, the veil
i was really upset when the camera beeped feebly and the counter reset
indicating that all had been lost. but then, i questioned why i was so
mainly, i guess, i like to have my curiosity satisfied, and now i'll
how those shots turned out. fuck, i said again and again, having to restrain
from flinging the "camera" against a wall. i thought how nice its
smashed parts would look
scanned and posted here, but that kind of wastefulness is not my style,
so i snapped
this consolation pic in the garage after picking up the kids' surprise
present w/ jim.
i tried to look at the virtual loss--after all, it was just
information, algorithms recording
color and coordinates for close to a million pixels, or data points--in
a positive light.
i scrounged around for transparent tape to practice tapelift technique
jesse showed me,
but in the room at my sister's house where i thought it would be, i found
but an electric slot car track which sarah and i set up and played with until
it was time for bed.