Bit of bad news . . .

This is a goat. An Angora goat to be precise. And it has absolutely nothing to do with the rest of this post. Except for this fact: I shot this with my Nikon F3.

The very same F3 that gave up the ghost this week.

Honestly, the camera is not the thing that determines my ability to take a picture. It's the eye, it's always been said, not the gear. Which is true.

That being said, however . . .I miss my F3. When I was in J school in the 80s, I lusted after the F3. The hot shot pros used them, and they were fabulously expensive. I'd never be able to afford one. Money would always be between me and that camera. Then the digital revolution made things cheap in the film camera world, and I snagged one.

And now, I'm off to go down the rabbit hole of KEH to get another one. The insanity . . .

Waiting

I need to spin the cranks for a bit.  I know, just a few miles away, there are some trails that need to be covered. But, it's barely in to the double digits out there, and more snow is bearing down on us. Now is really not the time to head out. There are limits on how much cold I can endure and how much snow I can navigate. Even if the sky is beautiful, and my ears miss the siren song of spinning tires.

I'm being productive. I've begun mapping a route out past Fort Collins for the spring and summer. A century of gravel and rolling hills. Looking at the roads with google earth and plotting. Looking up some much needed gear and making some judicious purchases. I'm testing some emulsions and development/agitation strategies for some new work I'll be undertaking next week.

Waiting. I've never been good at it.