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TTV (through the viewfinder) is an interesting technique that I haven't played with in a long time.  Over a year ago I built a TTV tube out of tin chimney pipe, electrical tape, and velvet.  The heart of this contraption is an old Kodak Duaflex twin reflex camera.

I know you are a rolling you're eyes now but it's a simple concept.  You take an old twin reflex camera, the little box ones with the big square viewfinder on the top (twin-reflex), and frame your shot in it's viewfinder.  Then you take your digital camera and focus on the image in the viewfinder of the old camera and take the shot.

It's really kind of a pain in the ass but it's a neat effect.

Blah blah blah...just show it to us...

1A Autographic Kodak jr

Antique oil cans

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I've been vaguely coming down with a cold for what seems like weeks now.  This wimpy virus needs to figure out how to make it's presence known more effectively so my immune system can find it.  My awesome human of a wife let me nap after work.  After-work naps are the best.

No, I did not take a picture of a prune.  This is a large cocoon I found while we were at the lake yesterday.
It's from a giant silkworm moth and looks like a sarcophagus.

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Decided to take the boy out shooting today.  We hit McDonalds for some lunchtime nausea then drove all the way to the Lake Erie bluffs to check out the ice dunes.  It was fairly anticlimactic, not as photogenic as I thought they would be but we both took some decent shots.

And yes, apparently I'm in a black and white landscape phase.
The wintertime doesn't yield very nice colors.

I had to ice-skate to get this shot.



Yes mother, I went out onto the lake.

No, the boy was safe on the shore.

Some shots from the boy's camera:

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We took the kids rollerskating today.  The same roller rink that I frequented as a early teen located dead center of Nowhereville, Pennsylvania.  It looked exactly the same.  I handed the lady at the door my debit card because I forgot that inside this building it's still 1989.

We left to find an ATM.  Following the direction of the lady's finger-point we found a tiny gas station and as the wife was inside I busied myself scanning the surroundings because that is what I do.  I am constantly mentally logging every tree-line, hill, swamp, pond, lake, road, house, rock, cloud...

This is why I'm such a moron, my brain is so full of minute details there's no room for much of anything else, like birthdates, mathematics, people's names, words that my wife speaks.

Well this trait pays off from time to time, there was a wadded up 20 dollar bill stuck in a snowbank about 10 feet from my car.  Payday!  Unfortunately, she had already hit the ATM.

We found our way back to the rink and enjoyed some quality nostalgia and all four of us left the rink unbroken and un-concussed.

The lighting was awful and my flash is worse.  All but one of these shots are compositionally and technically challenged but not terrible.  I tried to get some good shots but in situations like that I try too hard and should just put the camera to full auto and save the frustration.

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Everything is cooler in macro.

I had the lamp so close it may have been a fire hazard.