There is the reassuring heftiness in a mostly metal, entirely mechanical thing. And there's the viewfinder that shows you what your picture is going to look like. You're not going to crop it or filter it in-body. You pick your subject, adjust, compose and shoot.
And then you wait.
Which sort of sucks if you want a picture for your blog on the same day. And it sucks even harder if the place that developed your film shutdown a little before Christmas. Fotoriesel in Sydney is no more, not even online. A dear friend who worked there lost a job he loved and that sucks hardest of all. They were doing OK and there is a film renaissance that was treating then well, but previous lean years caught up with them.
So here's a picture of one of my film cameras that I took with one of my phone cameras. Not sure where I'll get today's Trip pictures developed.
None of which has anything to with running.
Today we were due to go for a drive to Berowra Waters, which the stalkers may recognise as the place I did my New Year's Day run. It's a nice place for a drive but I still have nightmares about that run. We were to have brunch there so I'd decided to do an early run and avoid the heat of the day. Harrie, my three year old, did her bit to help by insisting she take my spot in bed next to mum at around 5:20am. This is not out of the ordinary. I dragged myself out of bed, faffed around a little, checked the football scores (AFC Wimbledon's game against Cambridge had been postponed, giving the boys a bit more rest before tomorrow's FA Cup clash with Liverpool, a game I may mention tomorrow...) then put on some new running gear that Sal had bought me in the hope I'd chuck some of the feral stuff and I was on the road a little before 6am.
I took my phone with me because, notwithstanding the above, it is my main camera these days. Taking a camera means stopping every so often and taking it easier. The legs grumbled but started moving and I set off to redo the Jan 2nd North Head/Manly Beach loop. It was relatively cool against the skin as I set off. I say relatively because it was a little over 20degrees. It felt quite nice right up until I stopped to take a picture and the 100% humidity saw to it that I started to sweat like a racehorse. Ho-hum and all that.
Have I mentioned the spiders yet? One of the great things about being up and about so early on a Sunday morning is that you get the opportunity to clear paths of the webs crafted overnight by Sydney's industrious spiders. The web weaving spiders are pretty much harmless but a face full of web isn't nice and I have been known to break into a lolopping, self-flagellating gallop after thinking I'd managed to pick up one of the critters. I now tend to run the spidery bits with a hand in front of my face and pretend I'm fending off paparazzi.
This run is a little over 19km and has some quite ridiculously good views. From North Head you can look back to the City, around 13km as the crow flies and then around the corner are the cliffs of Blue Fish Point. There is a lovely old wall you run along and then through a hole in before dropping down to Shelly Beach and starting the 2km beachside trot before the final 4km gently road-climb back home.I got home to find mum had taken both of the girls to the medical centre. AJ seems to have what could turn into tonsillitis and H is battling a cold. We still went for our drive to Berowra Waters, the girls enjoying the quick ride on the cable-pull car ferry, had meat pies for dinner and even I can tell this is getting boring now.
January total - 85.9km. (Ouchy legs.)
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