Ode to Moleskine
I sometimes feel I was born out of time; I should've been a scribe in the middle ages when royalty valued such skills but would in all probability, end up beheaded for my insolence.
A friend introduced me to an associate photo studio owner In the summer of 2008, where I was presented with the opportunity to get serious about photography. Her business was centered on models that weren't entirely cut out for agency work and needed photographers to put them in their best light. ─ Pun intended ─
I jumped at the chance and decided to document the experience and purchased a Moleskine hardbound book to record the lessons, techniques, and the overall journey.
I diligently recorded every thought in that book and taped business cards …show more content…
Once closed, it was put aside and as the years passed, moved from bookshelf to box and back again. It went from the dank northwest to the arid climate of southern California without much attention.
I became smitten with an ink pen a few days ago ─ as odd as it might sound ─ pulling me back to the lost art of writing with a real writing instrument.
I removed the book from its dusty shelf and reminisced as I flipped through the pages and was struck by two things. First ─ I was a prolific, if not a prophetic writer, and second ─ I love analog writing.
Ahh, the days of analog ─ loading actual film into a camera, recording music with magnetic tape and writing with an ink pen on paper. Quaint, …show more content…
I had a preferred pen which not only highlighted my printing skill but created the perfect texture.
I cant wholly describe it in any sense of order that doesn’t make me sound like I'm suffering some level of dementia. Ha! Fawning over the feel of used paper ─ c'mon.
Who knows, maybe I am?
I started a second book but only made it a few pages in before switching over to the computer. I never stopped journaling though; most recently in Microsoft's One Note, which is now stuffed with tens of thousands of words amounting to not much more than random nonsense and potential writing ideas. An amount that now seems a daunting task if written by hand.
I believe the time has come to get a little nostalgic and get back into analog writing. I see a trip to Barnes and Noble in my near future to pick up another Moleskine hardbound book with empty pages waiting with sponge-like anticipation to be filled with my thoughts, ideas, hopes, and dreams. The folder in the back ready to be stuffed with business cards and napkin encounters, the info card read once again, of which I still don't remember what it
I sometimes feel I was born out of time; I should've been a scribe in the middle ages when royalty valued such skills but would in all probability, end up beheaded for my insolence.
A friend introduced me to an associate photo studio owner In the summer of 2008, where I was presented with the opportunity to get serious about photography. Her business was centered on models that weren't entirely cut out for agency work and needed photographers to put them in their best light. ─ Pun intended ─
I jumped at the chance and decided to document the experience and purchased a Moleskine hardbound book to record the lessons, techniques, and the overall journey.
I diligently recorded every thought in that book and taped business cards …show more content…
Once closed, it was put aside and as the years passed, moved from bookshelf to box and back again. It went from the dank northwest to the arid climate of southern California without much attention.
I became smitten with an ink pen a few days ago ─ as odd as it might sound ─ pulling me back to the lost art of writing with a real writing instrument.
I removed the book from its dusty shelf and reminisced as I flipped through the pages and was struck by two things. First ─ I was a prolific, if not a prophetic writer, and second ─ I love analog writing.
Ahh, the days of analog ─ loading actual film into a camera, recording music with magnetic tape and writing with an ink pen on paper. Quaint, …show more content…
I had a preferred pen which not only highlighted my printing skill but created the perfect texture.
I cant wholly describe it in any sense of order that doesn’t make me sound like I'm suffering some level of dementia. Ha! Fawning over the feel of used paper ─ c'mon.
Who knows, maybe I am?
I started a second book but only made it a few pages in before switching over to the computer. I never stopped journaling though; most recently in Microsoft's One Note, which is now stuffed with tens of thousands of words amounting to not much more than random nonsense and potential writing ideas. An amount that now seems a daunting task if written by hand.
I believe the time has come to get a little nostalgic and get back into analog writing. I see a trip to Barnes and Noble in my near future to pick up another Moleskine hardbound book with empty pages waiting with sponge-like anticipation to be filled with my thoughts, ideas, hopes, and dreams. The folder in the back ready to be stuffed with business cards and napkin encounters, the info card read once again, of which I still don't remember what it