One of my most treasured acquisitions during my camp days was a zoom lens for my old Konica camera. The lens was an all manual film camera that I had bought years back in Caracas as I started getting interested in photography.
This camera provided the perfect balance between an artistic tool and self-defense weapon in a country with one the highest homicide rates in the world. It was a learning tool that could be swung by the strap like a medieval flail, holding about five pounds of metal at the end.
Regardless, it was old; it showed some signs of time. Fortunately, it was never used as a flail.
Now in Michigan I had nothing to worry about. I could walk with my camera, wherever I wanted and people wouldn’t even notice I had a camera; they cared less. At the time digital cameras were already hitting the market, and if anybody looked at me and my camera it was probably feeling sorry for me.
I knew that a video is rendered in about 24 frames per second; at least those with a cinematic view that resemble reality. 1,440 frames per minute, 86,400 frames per hour, and about 1,036,800 frames for the about 12 hours we are conscious of our surroundings.
I know. Today we look at images of happy faces in social media, but we don’t realize that such images are just 1,000th of a second out of over a million things that occur in a day.
A photograph, an image painted with light in a communion among ISOs, aperture and exposure. A snip of a second. Perhaps, even 5,000th of a second if you have a newer camera. Those little time capsules; little windows connecting us to the past.
My Konica was ready to take on Michigan one 1000th of a second at a time; and now with a zoom.
I am an ESL teacher who have decided to provide an learning experience to my students through the construction of a West Greenland Kayak using authentic Inuit techniques for skin on frame boats.
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