I Got A New Lens

I usually only post pictures on my other site. That is what it is there for. So I can pretend like I’m a photographer.

This address is to pretend like I can write.

We give ourselves whatever we need to exist in this world.

Here’s a picture.

See, I got a new lens. And while I was walking around looking for shit to take pictures of, I had Bubbles. She reminds me of my daughter and when she was young watching the Powerpuff Girls.

My blonde daughter with big blue eyes is all grown and I have to look at the world slightly different as she navigates her way through this world. I do not know where or why I came across this little action figure, but I have it.

I read everybody who wants to be a photographer should have a 35mm lens. And me wanting to act like a photographer, much like my daughter once wanted to act like Bubbles, purchased a 35mm lens last week.

I will say that it takes very clear, detailed pictures. I enjoy it. And great bokeh.

I have an 85mm. A 40-70mm. A 70-200mm. A 50mm. But I needed to change perspective. I wanted a different angle.

And this may because my 50th birthday is approaching.

Because I’m not a photographer. I merely fuck around.

But I will tell you I firmly believe that life should be more than work and pain. We should be afforded the opportunity to fuck around. It’s good for us.

I got a new lens.

A slightly different perspective.

I guess.

I took my daughter’s senior pictures years ago. They turned out pretty good. But I wish I had this new lens.

I actually wish I had the entire setup. I had a different camera body then.

I guess I’m saying I did the best I could then. With what I had and what I knew. But time goes by and what we had when we needed it wasn’t always what was best.

I got a new lens.

And I’m trying to look at things slightly different.

I took a picture of not only Bubbles, but a flower. And the drops I forced upon it were clear.

It’s a good lens.

Afterward.

Like some dipshit will draw an apple when learning how to paint, I present a flower in May.

So cliche.

But I’m impressed with the lens.

A lens is merely a tool, but if used correctly, we see the world in a different light. It changes perspective and doesn’t just add detail.

But you need a lens which is good enough to capture the details of the perspective we are trying to see.

A lens doesn’t mean shit. It’s a matter of the person who is looking through it and what that person wants to present. And that is the lesson too many people need to learn. Because anybody can look at a flower through a lens which is designed to capture all the detail, but that is avoiding the necessities of life.

It’s easy.

Why try to capture all the details of life as if they don’t have any true value?

Social media.

My daughter is 23. She is not Blossom or a Bratz doll. She has far more depth than that. Maybe less and I’m just not focusing my lens correctly.

I guess I take this lens around with me and try to create a perspective for myself that I can get behind.

Before it’s too late.

It’s a different world. I can repaint if needed.

And I fine tune the details.

One of the great things about getting old. I can repaint. But repainting is changing what was already seen. I need to look forward.

Anybody can dwell in the past. Because that girl that Bubbles reminds me of is still around. I just need to look at her through a new lens.

I need to see the details differently.

But it’s hard I know.

The truth is, I’m only writing this because I hope my kids repaint their perspective of me soon. Let go of all the details they hold on to.

I got a new lens and I see them differently. Painted what I could. I just hope they don’t hold onto the same old perspectives.

Pictures in a box at home
Yellowing and green with mold
So I can barely see your face
Wonder how that color tastes

I got a new lens.

And I’ll be taking it around with me hoping not to see things the same as I saw them before.

Bubbles would want it that way.