{"id":792,"date":"2012-05-05T07:47:45","date_gmt":"2012-05-05T14:47:45","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/jessamyn.com\/journal\/?p=792"},"modified":"2012-05-05T07:48:30","modified_gmt":"2012-05-05T14:48:30","slug":"cameras-obscurae","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.jessamyn.com\/journal\/2012\/05\/cameras-obscurae","title":{"rendered":"cameras obscurae"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/iamthebestartist\/7114152695\/\" title=\"the sand you see is embedding itself in my lens by jessamyn, on Flickr\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/farm8.staticflickr.com\/7208\/7114152695_3657acebfd.jpg\" width=\"500\" height=\"375\" alt=\"the sand you see is embedding itself in my lens\" style=\"border: 1px solid rgb(102, 102, 102);\" ><\/a><\/p>\n<p>I took a week off and was down in Westport. The weather was okay. I went to the beach every day both to get exercise and also to take photos of the plovers that run by the shoreline, eating little things in the sand. I had a few friends on the internet who enjoyed them which was an extra nudge to get outside and get some photos, even in marginal weather. I like being outside with a camera. But, the beach isn&#8217;t nice to cameras. So the top photo is the last picture my old camera took before the lens would no longer open without a sickening grinding noise and then finally wouldn&#8217;t open at all. I am old enough to know better.<\/p>\n<p>So because I am a terrible creature of habit and it had taken me so long to warm up to this damned camera after losing its predecessor in a lake, I wanted to replace it. You&#8217;d think a camera that was a few years old would be easy to replace. Turns out, for better or worse, this model has held its value decently well, but I was able to find a &#8220;like new&#8221; model through the Amazon Marketplace for about half off. And, because I have a small stack of Amazon gift cards [thanks dad&#8217;s frequent flyer miles] the price was free-to-me. <\/p>\n<p>The camera arrived, and was like new enough, so I had it when I went to Topsham yesterday to walk the land with a couple who were maybe interested in buying it. It&#8217;s a confusing process, wandering around looking for metal stakes in the ground which, you hope, indicate the property boundaries. This is doubly true when it&#8217;s foggy like this. From the back of my property you couldn&#8217;t even see the house. This is not, technically, the first photo with the new camera. The first one is some confused squinty close up of me; you could easily add a thought bubble &#8220;Is this thing on? Oh I guess so!&#8221; I like this one better.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/iamthebestartist\/6997595486\/\" title=\"Topsham by jessamyn, on Flickr\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/farm8.staticflickr.com\/7200\/6997595486_0ccb3c8ddf.jpg\" width=\"500\" height=\"281\" alt=\"Topsham\" style=\"border: 1px solid rgb(102, 102, 102);\" ><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<a href=\"https:\/\/www.jessamyn.com\/journal\/2012\/05\/cameras-obscurae\" rel=\"bookmark\" title=\"Permalink to cameras obscurae\"><p>I took a week off and was down in Westport. The weather was okay. I went to the beach every day both to get exercise and also to take photos of the plovers that run by the shoreline, eating little things in the sand. I had a few friends on the internet who enjoyed them [&hellip;]<\/p>\n<\/a>","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[517,518,83,4],"class_list":["post-792","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","category-uncategorized","tag-camera","tag-cameras","tag-jessamyn","tag-me","h-entry","hentry"],"share_on_mastodon":{"url":"","error":""},"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.jessamyn.com\/journal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/792","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.jessamyn.com\/journal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.jessamyn.com\/journal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.jessamyn.com\/journal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.jessamyn.com\/journal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=792"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/www.jessamyn.com\/journal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/792\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":794,"href":"https:\/\/www.jessamyn.com\/journal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/792\/revisions\/794"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.jessamyn.com\/journal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=792"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.jessamyn.com\/journal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=792"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.jessamyn.com\/journal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=792"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}