I’ll admit I’ve been on a bit of a photography hiatus lately. It happens. And it’s a fairly deliberate hiatus, as I have a rather large non-photography endeavor before me that requires my attention and my focus. Having received a PhD in Procrastination, it’s important I practice some restraint and learn about this thing called discipline. I’m kind of liking the break and it’s nice to flex some different creative muscles for awhile. But more about that later.
I am doing the 52 Weeks project again this year, and without it, it’s safe to say I wouldn’t touch my camera(s). My scanner is packed away in a shipping crate and bound for a container ship, along with half of my camera collection, so things have naturally gone digital by default.
But last week, I stuck some new film in my camera for the first time since leaving Seoul. One of my favorite kinds: Lucky Super 200. The weather warmed up just enough to spend the entire weekend outside and explore the bits of the neighborhood I see fly past me when I’m out running.
We had lunch at a new Taiwanese restaurant — veggie fried rice, sweet and sour tofu, and steamed pork buns. Then we bought fresh strawberries and tangerines at the farm stand in Yomitan.
We drove out to Cape Zanpa, along winding roads as the sun was beginning to dip lower in the sky. We walked along the beach and over to the cove, where divers were taking advantage of the low tides to explore the reef. The skies change quickly and constantly in Okinawa, and within 20 minutes, the landscape had transformed into a deep palette of blues and greens.
I was glad I’d saved that one last shot.