Fork & Sponge
When no tripod is handy, or if you just don’t feel like dealing with mounting plates and leg extension and finagling it in a tight space… there’s always the dried dish sponge and a fork in a drawer. Sponge lifts the lens up, the fork, given its different contours and ability to serve as a lever for variable minor adjustments, offsets the metal strap holder on the camera’s edge.
Pivoting from the kitchenous DIY now to middle school English class, I have this vague recollection about some extended conversation regarding thresholds. I think the teacher was talking about symbolism (it’s never just raining in fiction), but ever since that fateful lecture the whole threshold meaning potential thing is in the back of my mind. Like in the day-to-day. All 100 I probably crossed just this Friday.
It all had something to with transition. With crossing of boundaries (themselves perhaps symbolic), of change. Not so much change, but being on the cusp of change. Within reach of change, but ultimately able to decide whether or not to do it. Opt-in change, not assumed.
Thresholdless transition to sleep… now.