Bye for now. Taking the rest of the year off for the holidays. Enjoy the year end festivities.

Wreath on a house in Iceland.

 A second M 240 comes in for a soft landing.

Coffee at Mañana to reset the menus.

Or...what I'm doing on my December vacation.

End of day coffee break.

 Coffee and quiet at Mañana Coffee.

Soup. Just Soup. Medium Format Color Transparency Film

 

No edge notches so it must have been taken with a Rollei 6008i camera and appropriate lens. For some reason I couldn't find the exif information for this one....

My one Christmas wish? Besides world peace? Besides eliminating hunger and disease? Oh that's easy. It would be for either Hasselblad or Fujifilm or some other bold camera company to come out with a digital medium format system built around a 6 x 6 cm sensor. Full frame for medium format. The perfect aspect ratio. At this point I'm not sure I even care about the price. I guess I could always sell one of the cars and get a nice electric bike. But wouldn't it be great to

Last Minute Sales equal Last Minute Shopping.

Surprisingly, or maybe not so surprising, as we get closer to December 25th more and more of the things I am interested in are going on sale. I'm assuming that as consumers run out of gas for buying more expensive "luxury" items those items become overstocked and a drag on future earnings for retailers. Of course, we should point out that one person's "luxury" items might be someone else's basic necessities. After all, who doesn't need another short telephoto portrait lens or two? Or three?

I watched another video about using high res cameras to replace film scanners and it renewed my interest in the Negative Film Supply light source for camera scanning of film. I looked it up and found that it was currently available at $100 off its regular price. They made up for the lost profit when I went ahead and also ordered a medium format film holder as well. I was tired of using old flatbed scanner film holders and duct tape.

I took advantage of a flash sale to get the Voigtlander 75mm lens at a hefty discount as well. If I were shopping for a good, hybrid photo and video camera I would immediately take advantage of the $450 temporary discount on the Panasonic S5ii. It kind of makes sense. They need to move niche product. 

And I've constructed a reality in which I feel like I need niche products. What a good match! 

There is another shopping theory playing around in my head right now. It's the idea that many people at the higher end of the photography market will be upgrading to "exciting" new products this season to "reward" themselves for a full year of being mostly... just more privileged than everyone else. In the Leica world this means Leica will be selling M11 cameras and Q3 cameras full tilt. And they'll sell every one they can piece together. The folks who will rush to buy the M11s and M11Ps are almost undoubtably current Leica M10 and Q2 owners. Many of them don't share my own personal mania for having multiple cameras and so will trade in those gently used M and Q last generation models. 

Crafty and parsimonious buyers who couldn't stomach or justify spending the full retail price of new M10s will hover and, just after the holidays, start to pounce on all the recent Q2s and M10 (of all varieties) that will doubtless flood the small market of Leica users with many used models. In order to justify their upgrades to newer M10s and Q2s those second string upgraders will, in turn, start off by trading in their solid and trustworthy but largely obsolete previous M and Q cameras. 

With this in mind I am keeping the proverbial "powder" dry. Saving enough to snap up one or two more mint condition M240s or even an M262 when they start to appear, at lower than today's prices, on the 2024 used market. It's just a matter of time. And patience. 

This plan probably won't work as well for lenses because, as many people say, "You date the cameras, you marry the lenses." But that's okay because I've got scores of lenses I can use already. 

Sadly, now that I've revealed my master plan I fear many of you will see the amazing logic thereof and rush to beat me to the prizes. But believe me; I will be vigilant. But the vigilance will start only after I've had my fill of pecan pies, eggnog, and Champagne and movies about Santa Claus. Somewhere in the first part of 2024 we'll go treasure hunting. Until then I'm just cherry picking some of the stuff I wanted but thought was too expensive. Now it's on sale. More cheer for the holidays.

A thought. Prudence is good. But if you've resisted spending on things you'd love to have because you want "to leave a financial legacy" to the next generation you might want to listen to what psychologists say. That giving your kids a largely unneeded "golden parachute" robs them of motivation, resilience, the ability to make smart financial choices, etc. Yes, you actually might be doing more good for them with your purchase of a new Phase One medium format camera, a bag of lenses, and that long put off trip to the Galapagos, than you might think. Interested in changing direction? Start out gently. Maybe just pick up the newest top of the line camera featured in the brand in which you are already invested. You can't take all the money with you when you go.... but you can take some fun cameras along with you on your own personal ride right up to the gates of final entropy. 

Or you could just write some checks to good charities. But, if you've been frugal enough you might be able to do both!  

(Kind of kidding...mostly. Don't worry, kid).

SXSW will be here before Austin knows it.

"Forks next to knives." A more moderate point of view.

Sunday Afternoon Swimmer's Party. New Lens Ordered. Life on an Even Keel.

 

We had the annual Holiday Party for our Masters Swim Team today. One of our fellow swimmers hosted it at his home. The party was scheduled to run from 11-3 and was well attended. Coaches were there, tons of swimmers were there. The open bar was there. The catering was there. The sunshine was there (one of those great houses open to the outside with lots of space to mingle and come together in small groups). A groaning dessert table. Tons of healthy side dishes and near endless cheer. It's a favorite party of the season for many of us because we have time to really get to know our fellow swimmers --- and their non-swimming spouses. 

What was missing? Negativity. Gloom. Self-pity. Helplessness. Loneliness. Envy. Comparison. Sermons. The ill-used word "should've." And out of shape people.

All of which reminded me of why I swim. Every day. Why I love being around people for whom success and happiness is a daily thing. Not a goal. Just a way of being. Swimming year round in the outdoors, in a sparkling, clean pool, surrounded by happy and seemingly well-adjusted people, is so incredibly therapeutic one wonders why pharmaceutical companies haven't tried to bottle it and sell this kind of joy for a king's ransom. 

A bit before 3 we headed home and I found myself looking forward once again to Tuesday morning's swim practice. And another full year of swimming, camaraderie and being able wear the same size pants I did when I was in college. As my doctor routinely says at yearly physicals: "Whatever you are doing....keep doing it." Being in shape may not extend your life at all but it will sure make the time you have a lot more fun. Can't buy that with an Amazon link. 

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I finally decided what I wanted the company to give me as a Christmas bonus for all my hard work at the VSL idea and content factory. I talked about it to the boss. I let him know that the Leica 75mm APO Summicron SL was the ticket. He laughed (a bit too derisively) and mentioned that my silly idea of gradual retirement had cost the company tens of thousands of dollars in profits this year. I sat quietly on the edge of my chair, my tattered cap in hand, looking down at my worn socks poking out of my Birkenstock sandals and waited for the next shoe to drop (and me without toe protection). My boss got up from behind his desk and walked to the whiteboard that hangs on the wall to one side of his collection of Napoleon statues and Neville Chamberlain knick-knacks. He pointed to a graph of clients to whom I'd waved "goodbye." And the he flipped over a transparent overlay showing the decline in income caused by my happy enthusiasm about waving ponderous clients "goodbye." 

"This!" he said, "This is why you are NOT getting a hopelessly overpriced Leica lens as a year end bonus." And then he hastily drew an image of a lens on the whiteboard. I didn't have the heart to tell him we'd run out of dry erase markers and I had substituted big, bold Sharpies instead. And he said, "After discussing your disappointing performance with the board of directors we decided that you deserve one tenth of what you're asking for. We're done with this discussion. You're getting a Voigtlander 75mm f1.9 M Ultron lens and you'd better enjoy it. That's all. No fruitcakes. No hams. No car battery jump starters. The VM lens is it." 

Oh, I'll take the lens. That's for sure. But little does my pompous boss know that I'm the majority stock holder in the company and I'm firing him and the board at Christmas. A clean sweep going into 2024. 

In retrospect though, I guess the VM lens makes a lot more sense. It's smaller and lighter. Less bulky. Marginally faster. And thousands and thousands of dollars cheaper. I like M lenses. I can use them on everything from an M camera to  SL cameras to a Panasonic S series camera to a Fuji 50Sii. ( They won't cover the Fuji's extended frame but they will sure look cute on the big camera....). I'm hoping to gift wrap it, forget I bought it and put it under the tree so I can open something really cool on Christmas morning. That's the initial plan at any rate. Too late to back down --- it's on the way.

I don't know how we ever got anything done in Decembers past. Seems like one dinner party, reception, opening, gala, fund-raiser and family event after another this time around. Just keeping dinner jackets in decent shape and shoes polished is turning into a chore....

Hope you have happy chores to attend this season. Beats watching football on TV. (How would I know? I've never watched a football game on TV....).

That's my wrap-up for the weekend. Hope yours was spectacular.

Montreal. Old Town. Casual Walking.

 ©2023 Kirk Tuck

No reason to walk around except for the pleasure of walking around. And seeing new things. And old things with new light. And people out on a beautiful late Fall, late afternoon. And not bitching about being too busy to have fun.

 

It was 3 in the afternoon. I'd written a blog earlier. I'd watched a new hard drive mirror the previously most recent hard drive right up till completion. I took a good look at the stock market trends for the day. I watched Apple stock head back towards its historic high. I tossed some bills into the fireplace. Then I fished them back out because I'd forgotten to stack wood or light a fire. I tossed back a big glass of tap water to wash down that re-heated, leftover pizza I had for lunch. I stood in front of the desk in my other office, in the house, and spent ten minutes going back and forth trying to decide what camera to take with me on a walk through Austin's downtown. I knew from the beginning it would be the M 240 and a 50mm lens but I had to talk myself into it first. After I got organized I hopped into my car and navigated my way into my favorite part of downtown. To my "reserved" parking space across from Treaty Oak, just a block away from the ole Whole Foods flagship store and I started a walk through familiar streets without the aid of a schedule, an agenda, a process or a deadline. All I really knew was that I should be home by 7:30 for dinner with B. And that it was my turn to go by the wine shop and buy a nice bottle of wine that would pair well with a bahn mi bowl filled with fresh veggies, rice and smoked salmon. That's how the walk started. 

I guess it's official. I'm going to do an international project documenting mannequins in major metropolitan centers around the world. But first I have to write a proposal to myself, re-write it a couple times and then create a five year plan on a spread sheet and then.... Oh, who the fuck am I kidding? I'll just as likely decide to hop on a plane and go somewhere when I wake up one morning and look for luck, and the awkward sense of humor of the universe, to show me the good stuff. People plan too hard. People prep too much. I guess it's a wonderfully seductive way to procrastinate and also to run out the clock without having to take much of a chance. 

There seems to be a casual contest happening on Second Street. A race to upgrade the mannequins and increase the turn over of new displays. I stopped into one store to compliment them on replacing old, worn mannequins with brand new ones. They were so pleased. I was the first (only) person to notice and then to say something about it. But the shop keepers deserved it. They've upped their game in a good way. I'll pay more attention to their windows now. Too bad I'm not in their sales target market. 

Seems like art is just about everywhere. You just need to get out of your car or off the bus and walk along and look for it. This was a door inside a small restaurant on East Sixth St. I actually loved the painting. I'd buy that door. If it was for sale. Maybe I should surprise myself and ask next time I'm by. Might be a wonderful addition to my collection of odd art. 

I walked for miles and then turned around and started walking back West. My goal was to hit Mañana Coffee, have a latté on their comfortable patio, watch the runners come cascading across the pedestrian bridge towards me and then watch the sunset. But to get there I had to walk past the big, old power station building (photo just below). And I got there just as the light started getting wonderful. Cinematic. Glorious. Soft. Happy. And welcoming. 

I snapped a bunch of images and worked to underexpose enough so that I'd have some detail in the sky. I loved the shot and when I got back to the office, after dinner, and the finalé of The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel on Prime, I played with the file a bit. The trees were almost black but I had nice detail in the sky. I used some shadow recovery to get detail and color back into the trees, created a mask layer to separate out the sky --- which I darkened a bit, brought up the blue and the saturation. Made a few final adjustments and then applied Lightroom's powerful DeNoise option to kill the noise that's a result of an older sensor, low light and a pushed up raft of shadow areas. Works well. I'm actually a bit in love with the image and the one just below it because they just scream "dusk" and remind me of the time I was closing up the advertising office in the Fall and Winter evenings so many years ago and would stop and gawk at some incredible skies.

The painfully young people working at the coffee shop always seem a bit surprised and baffled to see customers with white hair. It's a young person's city. Especially downtown and on the running trails. Maybe I should dye my hair gray. How sad would that be? At any rate they recovered, were able to process my transaction and even produce a wonderful coffee. I sat out on the patio as the last of the sunlight exited stage West, with a flourish and couples walked by in running clothes, with cute dogs, on leashes. It was a wonderful time to be out and to feel the hopefulness of ordinary people doing ordinary things. While I sat at a small table with a paper cup of steamed milk mixed with coffee and enjoyed breathing in the fresh air. Wonderful. 

I looked at my watch and saw that it was time to head home. I took the unofficial path back to my car. That's the path that goes behind a big parking garage and then across the railroad tracks. I've heard so many warnings about trains and train tracks. But just to be bad and take chances I put earplugs in my ears, blindfolded myself with a Leica promotional kerchief and tried "feeling" my way across multiple train tracks. I emerged unscathed. It's a wonder. Since it's the busiest rail line in Austin. (Didn't really happen that way. No blindfold. No earplugs. Calm down.)

Having successfully gotten over the tracks I took off the blindfold and extracted the earplugs and ambled down the road and through the pedestrian "protection" tunnel just above. I drove up to our house just in time to wash my hands, put my jacket in the closet in the guest bedroom (where my overflow of winter coats lives), open a bottle of Bordeaux Superior and join Ms. B. for a lovely dinner.

Say what you will about old sensors and old cameras but I find them charming. And I like walks. And I dislike the idea that we should all be busy all of the time. 

It's 11. I'm calling it a night and heading into bed. They aren't going to delay swim practice in the morning just for me. And I sure don't want to miss it.