I found this glass on a little ledge jutting out from my building. I got as close as my camera would allow without shifting into macro mode and shot this thing at the maximum aperture, effectively dissolving the background into a colourful mush. At some point I swore off ultra-shallow depth of field, but clearly it's refused to swear off me.
The fixed lens on the Fujifilm X100s is a little soft at the maximum aperture, which gives the images a cloudy, dreamlike texture. Stop it down a little bit and the image snaps into rigorous clarity.
Also: note that little bit of glop by the glass. Just keeping it rizzle with my compozizzle.
Today I saw Schmutzie's sneakers. I wouldn't have gotten so close to them if I'd known that one of the cats puked on them earlier in the day.
I'm not sure I understand the concept of the farmer's market anymore. Is this another marker of age? Or is the Regina Farmer's Market exhibiting mission creep? Because the farmer's markets of my twenties and thirties didn't include a child trying to teach an animatronic dinosaur to read.
They also didn't include weird contests with local celebrities, none of whom I recognized. Who are these people? What do they do, aside from show up to events and eat with randomly selected implements?
I felt comforted by the sight of the traditional farmer's market Darth Maul, though.
Throw some dancing girls and Roman soldiers into this shot and you'd have a scene from Day of the Locust. At the Saskatchewan Soundstage on the set of Corner Gas: The Movie.
Despite the bizarre weather around here with its mugginess, hazy skies and constant intimidating elbow of rain, you can still grab some time outside with excellent people.
For some reason there was a zombie at the Regina farmers' market today. Why would you interrupt a perfectly nice evening of preserves and hand-woven blankets with a ravenous zombie? I leave these questions with the proper authorities.