i promised myself that i would not over use the watercolor function on the new digital camera. which is not unlike making a promise to you.
all i really want to do is use it all of the time and every time i am walking, standing, sitting, getting ready for bed, putting on my wool nautica bucket hat that i wear in inclement weather or even when i’m tying a bowtie. it’s possible that i would use it when i’m cooking, arguing with my lover, petting one or the other dog (or both), talking on the phone, brushing my teeth, showering, ironing the sheets, a shirt, or folding socks out of the dryer.
because i love it. a lot. it makes everything look extra-special, just as if whatever i choose to photograph was there for me and me alone. i revel in the selfishness of it, like a dog rolls in stink. and that is exactly why i use it sparingly. it is a bit twee after all, precious in that look-what-i-did-ma-kind-of-way (you know, when you’ve finally used the toilet all by yourself, but failed to flush, because poop is still a marvel to you.)
i’m not saying the effect is shitty, just that it could be tiring after a bit. so i hold back and wait and when something special comes along and says “i would be perfect for that watercolor function” do i click the buttons and snap the photo and hope for the best. a little extra heartbeat accompanies my movement away from the object, i may even skip, just as i did the other day when i shot this little mound of blue.