Monologue

Yesterday was a pretty well thought out Monologue from my side. Accompanied by the third issue of Dialogue [https://mitchellens.ink/dialogue/003/]. It was a busy day. Today I feel like rambling a little and share some random thoughts. Here it goes. I updated the fonts on the website (Lora and Open Sans). I sorta had to do that, as I want to keep a consistency between my online and my offline work. I plan on making the next few offline works through Blurb, which limits my options for the fonts

I feel kinda bad when people unfollow me online or tell me in real life they aren’t really into my stuff (though I prefer the second one). I know I shouldn’t care but sometimes I can’t help myself. I work so hard on the things I put out and I truly believe in them. I do not think my work is the greatest (yet) but I do think my perspectives are at least worth checking out. Wether that’s written perspectives on a myriad of things (like this Monologue) or literal perspectives on the world that I

An office. A proud tenant of one I am now! I’m sharing it with other people, sure. But that’s one of the features. An environment that breathes inspiration and creativity. A place to share ideas and get work done. A place to hang out. This evening marked the initiation of a new era. Keys were exchanged. New doors were opened. Dimensions have been measured. All that remains to be done is filling these barren spaces with personality. Very soon. But tonight, I sleep a happy man.

The last day of a vacation, what do you spend it on? What can you use it for? Pick out new pillows for the couch? Edit all the photos you’ve taken during the week? Update the photography archive you’re maintaining? Go for a quick ride on your new bike? Run a few errands so you won’t have to bother anymore when other duties are calling again? Write a wall of text structured in questions? All the above?

Sitting down. Laying around. Major headache. Maybe again tomorrow.

Answering the question I posed two days ago [https://mitchellens.ink/here-i-go-again-fujifilm-jpegs/]: is a Fujifilm JPEG image good enough to fulfill my needs? Yes, it just might be. I shot a bunch of photos in different conditions the past two days in RAW+JPEG Fine.1 I then imported them into Lightroom treating the JPEGs as separate photos next to the RAWs.2 Editing the RAW to my liking first and then comparing it to my SOOC JPEG, the JPEG might benefit from some light editing to create tha

We each went into the Albert Heijn with our own shopping carts. Filling them up with whatever we each liked. Only to compare the score outside again. We then sank into a fifth-vacation-day comatose afternoon snacks and drinks session. Now I don’t feel like writing anything anymore. Can you blame me?

Here I go again. Trying the JPEG thing, again. Will it be be good enough for me? Will it satisfy my needs? Is the benefit of not having to edit my images worth the trade-off of having no control afterwards? Am I good enough at photography yet…? The day revolved around a citytrip to Rotterdam and I know by now that I never produce my greatest work on these trips. That’s fine because not everything revolves around photography but that also means I don’t want to sit down to edit these photos for h

I caught the rain today, in multiple ways. The first, and arguably less significant, was on my head. As me and Charlotte were walking to our lunch reservations. We brought umbrellas though, so it was rather blissful. I love the rain when we’re safe from it. The second way I caught the rain today was with my camera. Thats not much of a surprise at this point, isn’t it? It was pouring down significantly enough for me to remind myself to grab another installment of ‘Do You Register?’.1 I had to ru

Tiny glimpses into the present. Frozen in time, with all its imperfection. Beautiful in its ugliness because of its transience. A window into days long gone. Some day, but not this day. Today it’s exactly what happens. Exactly how it looks. Exactly how I saw it, recorded it. A pictures needs no words, we all know that. It tells a story that’s only as long as you look at it. However long that may be. Look at it for a second and see a sentence. Look at it for an hour and a book slowely unfolds.

Blessed! The first day of my week off, the final parts for my bike rebuilt are delivered. Perfect timing! I missed rolling around town on that butter smooth ride. It is time to pick that stuff back up ASAP. I wasted not another minute and got to building right away. A solid five hours and countless YouTube tutorials later, I reemerged victorious. My bike arose from the winter sleep that didn’t seem to end. Once stripped to the tiniest parts (and I mean tiniest!), now fully assembled, improved

Twisted sock around ankle, blanked wrapped around the legs, cat heavily purring and oh another one under the table; yawning and stretching itself into impossible positions. Food ordered in for ultimate Sunday relaxation, movie number two playing. It’s just another day.

The moment I stepped out the front door it started pouring down. I could’ve looked at the forecast but sometimes I just can’t be bothered. I want to go out and shoot some photos either right now or I won’t go at all. I also needed to do some grocery shopping. Taking photos usually means taking a walk as well and in this rain, it’s a good thing I did. Riding my bike would’ve meant hitting more drops and therefore more wet clothes. For now, all I needed to be careful with was my camera. The weat

Life on the fifth floor. It detaches you from the hustle and bustle of the streets. You’re more in tune with the birds in the sky then pedestrians on the sidewalk. The sound of a playing child might travel to your elevation, though never at the level of disturbance. A detachment that will prove itself to be a blessing soon. The wind. The sun. Both ever-prevalent. Its abundance more felt due to the lack of shelter. Most surrounding buildings are only visible by their roofs. The sensations of the

My ‘About the photo’ series has been somewhat long-winded so far but this one will be rather short in comparison. The reason for that is, I was kinda surprised when I received a push notification from my auto-publishing app. I totally forgot the post [https://www.instagram.com/p/COyDzw4p5Ay/] was scheduled to go out. I caught it a mere 9 minutes after it published and at that time, I could do two things: * Retract the post and pretend nothing happened. * Quickly write a story with my purest,

Shall we do another update? Let’s do another update. Today I’ve been working on adding the individual fine art prints of One Two One to the store. I have laid the last hand on the project page [https://mitchellens.ink/one-two-one] yesterday, so all I have to do now is finish setting up the store and then I’ll be ready to share the project with the world. If you are a reader of these Monologues, you are awarded with the privilege of early access, I guess.To be honest, I am glad I can put an

What looks like play to me might look like work to you. You will not get rich by renting out your time. Your struggles are not unique. The benefits of physical exercise are mental clarity and other things but mental clarity first. A nightingale-counter in a newsletter called ‘Where are all the Nightingales’ is an excellent idea. Moving to the 5th floor has me appreciating the change of the seasons more. Mitchel Lensink, (urban) landscape and documentary photographer.