I am having a most serious internal dialogue. Most serious indeed. Ragingly so. 0_^/*

I love my camera. I love my bicycle.

When I ride, I can't take photos.

When I'm taking photos, I can't ride.

Recently I have hardly taken my camera out of my bag because I'm always riding my bike to a specific destination to complete a specific task. Yesterday I deliberately parked my bike at the very bottom of Inokashira Koen and walked in to town to do my banking. On the way I took a truckload of photos with the Canon G3 and shot a roll of film with my new baby - a vintage (1969) Konica Electron (with a hexanon 1.8 45mm lens), purchased for ¥1000 from a man on a blanket in Inokashira park the day before. He had a bunch of gorgeous old classic cameras but when I asked him which was his favourite, he went straight for the Konica with a big loving smile. As I rode away, he chased after me with a gift from his blanket - a bunch of leather purses, with their tags still on. Anyway, it was a stinking hot and humid day and there was a soporific haze in the the heavy air, all quite magical. I can't wait to see the processed photos from the Konica.

And in the meantime I will try to get off my bike and use my feet a little. Notice the little things again.