The Gear Rack
Now that I don’t procrastinate the afternoons away with petty indulgences, stressedly dodging impending homework assignments, my newfound liberation allows for plenty of casual self portraiture. Two things drive it – first, a long-term desire to really get excellent with environmental portraiture. And second – just plain seeing things that strike me. In my two-hundred days in my humble abode I’ve seen my walls and doorways plenty, but still more emerges.
So here I am in my afternoon attire, standing with my beloved open shelving all filled with black metal and plastic. The whole industry decided that everything’s just gotta be black. Some shiny, some matte, others a mix of the two.
The openness is the key though. If I can’t see my gear, I’m not reminded that it’s there. That there’s this trove of truly amazing gear at my fingertips, just waiting for me to animate it all, to set it up and literally create something (hopefully interesting) that didn’t exist an hour previous.
Back to The Big Short.