junk promise

I gave my lady a promise ring the other day.  She was excited when I presented it but more so when I told her it was my grandmother's.

It isn't.

The ring is just some junk that I found perusing the street vendors off of Market St.  The ring holds no special meaning to me and holds a grand price of $1.00.

It sits there on her finger bright and shiny as if it was some high end designer piece from Paris.

It will probably turn her finger black for three weeks.  It will devastate her that she can no longer wear my grandmother's ring.  Inside I will smile; outside I will comfort her, tell her it will be ok and then we will have sex.

Life will be great.

Photography

I've always had a fascination with cameras and pictures and with the moments that are frozen when one is used to capture the other.  Before cameras were big, bulky and expensive, then Polaroid came out with the instant camera and further still, as time rolled on, things got cheaper with film photography.  You could buy a cheap little camera and film, take the pictures and have them developed for a decent price back in the 80's.  Then digital came along, without the need to develop your pictures, you could just print them from home; not the same quality but still cheaper in the long run if you were a shutter bug.

I had several 110 cameras, never anything expensive like a 35mm, because those were for the serious minded people, like my Grandfather.  He got into photography for a short time, not sure of anything he really took but I'm sure there were some pictures hanging around somewhere.  I do stress the hanging part as in frames or added to an album and not stuffed into a shoe box placed high on the top shelf of the closet that are of some sort of bondage featuring my Grandmother.

Anyway, I did buy a digital Olympus at one point when I had a functional Jeep and used that camera to catalog rides and such.  The camera was a piece of crap and at some point stopped turning on or failed most times to actually be usable when it did turn on.  So it lays discarded somewhere, most likely with batteries in it, rotting it from the inside out.

Recently, as in a short amount of time before a wedding, I discovered Instagram.  This is a little app for smartphones that you can use to edit pics or to even snap photos, then edit, and then post to any or all social sites that you are apart of.  I took a couple at the end of the wedding and one before I headed that way and posted them to Instagram.  If you care, go to Instagram and search for mindes13, that's me.

So now that I have been looking through some Instagram posted photos and read a blog post about some editing, I can of have a small spark that is starting to light something in me to start taking pics once again.

Or I will be like my Grandfather and start something to only abandon it after a bit.