Lens: Voigtlander color-skopar 35mm f2.5
Camera: NEX-7, ISO400, f8, 1/5, raw
Agata is teething. That’s cute. And horrible. We don’t sleep anymore. She calms down solely if constantly cuddled in our bed. That’s cute. And tiring.
I live in a sort of “advanced zombie mode”, that is, beside biting random people and groaning around, I can still perform some simple tasks. Somehow I manage to be (or rather look) productive at my job. Which, what a timing!, is reaching another peak of activity, with the first meeting at 8.00 AM and the last documents released at 8.00 PM. Twelve hours, this is about how long the “advanced zombie mode” can last. Then it is just plain zombie.
At 8.30 PM I’m at home. I still have to think about the daily shot. Not a usual zombie task, I guess. I’ve never seen a zombie with a camera. That would be cool.
As any good zombie, all I can think of is my hunger. With the residual humanity in my possess, I force myself not to feed on family members. I stumble in the kitchen and I tear the fridge open, ready to pig out with anything I can put my claws on.
FUCK! Whose responsibility was to do the groceries? I can’t bother cooking eggs, I won’t start eating dog food (though it would be very zombie-ish), and I don’t think that drinking ketchup or mustard can substitute a meal. I wonder for a few seconds on the opportunity (and feasibility) of feeding on analogue films, then I resign to go grab some pizza at the store.
Good news is, I’ve found the daily pic. The photographer’s fridge.