Mitchel Lensink

Reading through past Monologues, looking for patterns. Trying to see if any process has been made in the past 200+ days of writing. I’m sure there has, as I can already spot things I would do differently now. I’m not fixing it. The imperfections in my past work are part of the process and I must be glad I’m able to spot them now. I’ll fix a typo here and there of course, but nothing else. I do now know that this book will be a single copy again like the One Two One book. It’s a good collection o

The past few days I’ve been pondering on my reasoning behind De Lens Loves You. As I’ve mentioned before [https://mitchellens.ink/de-lens-loves-you/], there was never a specific plan beyond sharing my work and updating my website. Now that I’ve added some dad hats to the product catalog and have some more ideas on the shelf, I feel like I can turn it into it’s own little branch within my business. Nothing too serious, just something to have some fun with. Which means there’s still no proper pla

I love the rain. The way it pounds on the flat roof of the apartment. The way it leaves spatters on the windows that fragment the light. The way it obscures the vision of the tower into the distance from the balcony. I love the wind. The way it blows around the barren corners of the building. The way it vigorously moves the trees with their summer foliage. The way it pushes out the pressing humidity of the warm summer days and replaces it with a blanket of fresh petrichor [https://mitchellens.i

I had a random thought this morning about the differences and similarities between photography and writing. As a matter of fact, I even had a point to make that I think is somewhat interesting! I jotted it down real quick in my ever growing Free Association note in the Notes app so I could return to it later. So when I returned home, I got to writing. Quickly though, that random thought turned into something more refined and lengthy. Far beyond the scope of these Monologues. That story is now l

Sundays are rest days. So nothing interesting has happened. Nor did I have any interesting thoughts to share here. Therefore, I’d like to divert once again to some game-photography. Even when I’m kicking back with a videogame, I still have to bring out the camera every time I catch a good view.

Another full day. Woke up to a headache. But it didn’t take too long to get my head straight. Shot some product photos for my De Lens Loves You vintage dad caps. Went to pick up a package. Then bought an LP at the last local recordshop. Texted my mother to check in. Followed that up with a visit. Rushed to the station to grab a train. Happened to catch my mate at on the way. Pulled up to the spot where said mate and another one had to spin some records. I kicked back and shot some photos.

My mans. How is it going? Are you well? I am doing extraordinarily well. Thanks for asking! I uhhmm, I have done quite a few things the past day. Many of them I can’t even remember. Oh, I started work on a new edition of Dialogue [/dialogue/]. My infrequent newsletter about photography, personal growth, philosophy and more photography. I also shot a photo in a skate park. That was pretty cool. I worked on my photography archive. More on that in said newsletter. What more… ah! I went out for dinn

Falling asleep in the afternoon. It’s never the plan. It overtakes you. One moment you’re happily editing photos on your iPhone, the next moment you feel your eyes becoming heavier and heavier until you can’t do anything but close them. Just for a second. That won’t hurt, won’t it? Then, two and a half hours later, you’re back to happily editing on your iPhone. It’s a strange occurrence; not one you’ve had to deal with much before. Lately though, things have been a little different. To be fair,

I walk out the door with my bike in hand when the postwoman arrives in her van. ‘Good morning!’, I yell at her. ‘You don’t need to be at my place, don’t you?’ ‘Good morning! No, I don’t think I have to!’ she yells back. I set off on my bike and hear a faint ‘hopefully…’ coming from her direction as she opens the back of the van. I guess I’ll have to wait and see if there’s a “we missed you!” card in the mailbox when I return home.

Sit down, move slow, unwind, eyes low. Tomorrow is a full day again. Enjoy your moment yourself. Protect your quality of sleep. Enjoy the calm and quiet. Unwind. Unwind. Unwind.

Continuing the trend from yesterday, which was day 200(!) in this Monologue series by the way, we enjoy the day as much as we can again. That this means you leave your house at 19:15 for the first time does not bother you that much. In fact, you’ve enjoyed the office day from home a lot. The weekend has brought many social interactions and as a proper introvert, you need some time to recharge. And recharging you will. The camera is a constant factor and it will remain that so when you set off,

You wake up a little crusty after a good night of entertainment. You shake it off with the help of a good breakfast of bagels with cream cheese but keep your profile low for a few more hours. Watch a couple of travel vlogs on YouTube. Observe the sky from the balcony. Shoot cute videos of the cats hunting after small insects. You then ponder any further planning as the morning slowest transforms into an early afternoon. A friend reaches out for afternoon drinks and bites. Of course you accept t

Sometimes when there aren’t any particular events of interest in a day, one has no choice but to go meta. In those occasions, the result is mostly along the lines of a general thought. An idea. A philosophy, even? It’s always a surprise. Even for the writer. In this case, one has so little to mention that the story itself is so meta that it talkes about the meta-ness of writing. How much more meta can we go? That even in a story that explains the process behind writing a meta story, one acknow

Without any particular reason, I was a little out of it today. Things were either taking too long or going by too fast. Everything was going fine but nothing really succeeded. None of it matters that much but it’s a nuisance when things don’t get checked off. That was my general feeling today. The second I gained a little of in-between-time the idea hit me to just take a quick stroll with my camera. Photography has been, will be and therefore still is, a form of therapy for me. It calms my nerv

Not today guys. I got a few too many things on my plate that require focus. Thankfully, as a photographer, one of my most developed skills is finding focus. Ha! I still managed to make a little joke. Okay bye bye now!

Today marks the day where I tried to properly formulate a mission statement for the first time. An idea I’ve been playing with in the back of my head for a while now but haven’t really set my mind to. It’s not easy to capture the essence of your being in a single sentence. Of course it isn’t. “The essence of your being”, that’s such a weighty concept to define. How could you ever? It is exactly for that reason that I never bothered to find the words. I always felt like the moment I used proper

What now? Another ‘About The Photo’ today [https://www.instagram.com/p/CRPFhrWtwrP/]? That makes two in a row. Is that even allowed? Well, if you are scrambling for topics to talk about for your daily updates and you enjoy writing these little dissections, then it sure is allowed. I also really enjoy looking closely at my own pictures and finding words for the things my eyes were first drawn to when I came across a scene. Seemingly uninteresting things can hide amazing stories if you allow your