a guy’s world of oblivion

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It’s hard… it’s hard…
Lacking the loving hands of a woman in the house, the men even turn to each other for intimacy…

Day 15

D700, ISO800, 1/125 sec @ f/2, Nikkor 50mm

Ok, maybe some of these aren’t really oblivion, but I’ll keep on counting anyway, so I don’t have to put up two posts a day 😉

Or then… Maybe this is somewhat oblivion. Roaming the town in the middle of the night… Anyway… Not the perfect conditions, weather-wise, for shooting a full moon, as it was all hazy in the sky, but with some post-processing I did get this old-fashioned kind of feel to it, I think. It’s not an Ansel Adams, I know (we don’t have Yosemite in downtown Helsinki, sorry to say), but it’ll make-do (and no, those are not dead pixels, they are stars, the big bright one must be Jupiter, the rest I put in for good looks 😀 ).

Helsinki under the full moon

D700, ISO800, 20 sec @ f/19, Tamron 28-75mm

This was really Day 6, but I guess I can cheat a little bit here and there, right?

I shot a wedding yesterday, beautiful couple and boy, were they lucky with the weather! It’d been raining pretty much the whole week. This sad, not just overcast but completely white in the sky kind of autumn weather, like it is again today. But yesterday… just out of the blue (weather forecast had it all wrong, of course, it was supposed to rain yesterday, too!): glorious, sunny day, blue sky, a bit hazy, but nice and warm until deep in the night (people sitting on terraces until well after midnight, that’s not normal in this time of year in this place).

The couple got married in Temppeliaukionkirkko, one of those must-see tourist attractions in Helsinki. A beautiful place, really, and it shows from the amount of buses with tourists that drive: On Friday I went scouting to see how the light was inside the church (on one of those cloudy, rainy days, mind you). I shot a series of images and stitched them together.


D700, ISO200, 0,5 sec @ f/11, Tamron 28-75mm; 9 images stitched together in Photoshop

So… On those lonely, sad days when I feel like I need that extra boost…
Sure, it’s said that chocolate does the thing only for girls, but owwell… I guess I’m very metrosexual when it comes to chocolate 😀

Chocolate on day 8

D700, ISO200, 6 sec @ f/11, Nikkor 50mm

I’m still waiting for that chocolasm. “They” say that chocolate releases endorphines into the brain, making it feel like a sexual experience, but it doesn’t really work on me. And believe me, I’ve eaten my share of chocolate. Maybe you really do have to be a woman for that.
Owwell… Let’s not go into the details. This blog is not the place for that kind of talk 😉

Those regular house-hold chores… Dreadful…
I really have to blow off some steam! ARGH!
And imagine: we have a dryer, but we (I in this case) don’t really use it save for the bed sheets. The rest we bring down to the dry-room in the house. It’s a separate room a few floors down in the apartment building we’re living in. And this really nice lady (yes, can you feel the sarcasm dripping off here? I invite you to fill in your own personal favorite here 😀 ***) in our house has taken a habit of putting up sticky-notes on our laundry if it’s been hanging there too long for her liking.
My last batch of laundry I hung up at around 2.30 or 3 am on Sunday night (yeah, I still have a problem with going to bed at a decent time) and I picked it up yesterday morning, Thursday, around 9am. So effectively it’s been hanging there for a good 3 days, which I think is a very reasonable time for laundry to dry. Sure it might’ve been dry in two days, but common! And she put up a sticky-note on the laundry reading something along the lines of “This has been hanging here now for 5 days. Who’s gonna fix this?” I know who does it, and I also know that she herself has the tendency to let her laundry hang there for 3-4 days.

So now I’m really suppressing the urge to write a seriously nasty note back about how she can’t count and pot-kettle kind of remarks. But… I’m counting to 10… no, make that 100… and I’m just doing my ironing, blowing off some steam, and when I run into her in the staircase I’m gonna act like a serious hypocrite and be all nice and scold her when I’m out of sight. And whine about it to my Better Half, who’s in a totally different time zone and can’t do anything about it anyway…

Blow off some steam

D700, ISO200, 1/350 sec @ f/1.4, Nikkor 50mm

*** You know what? Just for the heck of it… I’m gonna do a little contest: he or she who comes up with the most original nick name for this really nice lady gets a free 20x30cm print on fancy luster paper from any of the model/property released images in my portfolio (actual sizes may differ slightly, depending on the crop of the image). Go check www.stockphotography.nu to find the image of your choice. No obvious profanity, I’ll accept things like “deranged old hag” (so that’s now taken by me and can’t be used anymore), but that’s about as far as it goes, so nothing like ******* ****, if you get my drift. Too much profanity will be deleted, up to my discretion. Be original, be diplomatically correct. Leave suggestions in the comments. I’m the one picking the winner. No correspondence about that. No cash equivalent for the prize, copyright of the image of course stays with me. Everyone’s eligible. I’ll contact you on the email address you leave in the comments (visible to me) if you’ve won to get the address to ship the print to. Closing date is 3rd of October 2010, 23:59:59 SFT – Standard Finnish Time, so that gives you about 10 days to come up with something original 🙂
Any rules that are not stipulated in detail here, I’ll make up as we go and you accept the rules if you leave a comment, so don’t sue me 😉

So… No pizza, eh?
What am I supposed to eat then, grass?
Let’s go have some fast food… chop… chop… chop… This might be even faster than yesterday’s pasta 😀

Fast food

D700, ISO800, 1/90 sec @ f/4, Nikkor 50mm


Et le dessert:

Fast food, le dessert

D700, ISO200, 1/4 sec @ f/8, Nikkor 50mm

That gives a whole new dimension to the term “fast food”, doesn’t it? It really doesn’t get much faster than this.
And remember: Bananas are for Monkeys! 😉

If you go in close enough, you can make everything look funny, weird, unrecognizable.
I’m a terrible cook. My Better Half would disagree, but really, I am. I guess I can make things. I can make most things if I have a book which spells it out for me like I’m a 4-year old. I’m an artist, but not with food. I have no clue what I can put together, and what not. I grew up learning to eat everything, and with my dad’s motto (who, by the way, learned how to bake the best cakes, breads and pies in his late sixties, so I’m not a completely lost cause) “there are no decorated curtains where it [the food] is going” I can and have put the weirdest things together and eaten it (patiently enduring wondering frowns from my Better Half). I’m all for easy. Pasta’s one of my favorites, especially with pesto. It takes about 8 minutes to boil the pasta, stir some pesto through, et voilà. All ready to eat. No fuzz, no trouble, quick and easy. Today I found a new pesto. Miles better than the one from the local store around the corner. And I had pasta with pesto. Yum.
For the pasta I went in really, really close.

Spaghetti on Day 5

D700, ISO200, 8 sec @ f8, Nikkor 50 mm + 12mm + 24mm + 36mm extension tubes

The other woman in my life luckily hasn’t left me. I think she loves me even more now… Oh, and I think she likes me better unshaven 😀

The other woman

D700, ISO200, 1/320 sec @ f/8, Nikkor 50mm, on-camera flash

“You have to promise me that you won’t eat pizza every day, ok?
Oh, and make sure you move some, too! I wouldn’t want to come back and find you sitting on the couch like Al Bundy and weigh 500kg!
Promise? PROMISE!”

So… Daily exercises to keep me in shape and her happy. Push ups in the forest (ahem).

Push ups in the forest

D700, ISO200, 1/10 sec @ f/4.8, Nikkor 50mm

Of course I miss her terribly… but…
As with everything in life, there are pros and cons to find for every situation… 😉

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