Monologue

Back to YouTube it is. I gave it a try a few months ago but soon relinquished. Now I return to deliver a piece to camera about One Two One [https://mitchellens.ink/one-two-one]. I figured it’s nice to have a recording of myself talking about the project, while also providing people a way to see the project. You know, since there’s only one copy of the book. I wanted to do the video in English as well, since all my other communication is in English too. The only reason I haven’t done so before,

Bound for my second shot of Pfizer today, I’m reading the words I’ve written at the time of the first one [https://mitchellens.ink/vaccinated-and-hopefully-liberated/]. It was a time where hopes and spirits where slowly though carefully rising. Looking back on that time now, just a little over a month later, things have changed in a non-trivial way. I’m a little more disillusioned and a little less hopeful. The efflorescence that was promised [https://mitchellens.ink/the-efflorescence/] will no

Okay one final shot from Kallumaan then. Just because I’m a little tired, have nothing else to share and also because this particular photo has been on my mind ever since I’ve taken it. There’s just something about the atmosphere that makes it feel special. The shape of the whole establishment in which, apparently, you can spend a night. The reflection of the evening sky on those big windows. The way it balances on a leg that seems to be way to small for its size. But also its randomness in the

My body is tired and I’m being eaten alive by the mosquitoes. The rain drenched our chairs to the point they won’t dry for another couple of days. We felt that rain and the cold it carried when we were out in the field today. It wasn’t survival but it sure wasn’t all cruising as well. Ahhh these mosquitoes. Why must you exist?! I can barely finisht this story properly. Still, despite all that, it was another lovely day. Alla Sera by Tale of Us is playing in the background and I have another pho

I’m drawing a blank. I have absolutely nothing to say today. Nothing to tell. No things to share. None. Zero. Zip. Nada. Here’s a recent photo of mine that I enjoy.

Looking at the second hand-less clock on the wall to see that it’s only 10:15 AM. I know it’s ticking slowly. It must be, right? I only get the satisfaction of watching time pass on the minute-mark though. Those fifty-nine seconds in between never seem to last as long as they do. I’m always off by margin. If anything, they take twice as long as I guess them to be. My minutes are 118 seconds long, it appears. My eyes glaze over to the window and I notice little drops appearing. Great, more rainf

Another Sunday. What does that mean? Eat. Sleep. Watch YouTube. Repeat. Until it’s no longer Sunday.

Today is about sharing two blurbs that caught my attention. I will not immediately comment on them as I prefer sitting with them for a little longer before offering my thoughts. Better yet, my thoughts can already be distilled from many of my previous Monologues, if you give it a good try. The first quote [https://petapixel.com/2021/07/31/giving-my-audience-a-reason-to-care-as-a-photographer/] is from Simon King [https://streetdances.wordpress.com/]: > There is little reason to care about a s

Dissipating sunshine makes way for thunderous clouds and vigorous winds. An already bleak light is slowly replaced by ominous darkness. What already was a dreary day is quickly turning into a perilous night. But that’s merely the weather. The mood, oh my the mood. It could not be more relaxed. Not more sunny. Not a cloud in the sky. No dreariness or peril to be found. Everything is going great. There’s control over the mind, body and energy. Is it the tunes coming out of my speaker [https://mi

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.