The camera has gone from a thing for special occasions to a shitty obsession. Less a reminiscence device and more every half-wit’s outdoor trinket.
I kinda stay away from calling social media a toilet, but molly-golly — what a turdshow it’s turned out in this case. It drained photography of its purpose and turned it into an asylum of artifice and self-obsession.
We need something to capture the deeper experience. And you can’t do better than a binocular. The camera has degraded into a shallow capture all-the-shit-I-see just to put it out in the world for random people to like, share and flush down their metal toilet of vacuous imagery.
Binoculars help you experience life (and art) in its purest form. Only you can see through the lens. Within the selfish act lies something profound. It resembles something life-life: a search for meaning.
The Binocular is a proverbial middle-finger to the status-quo. It’s one of those few things that is curmudgeon and yet classy. Mundane and yet magical.
Binoculars are to experiences what the present moment is to spirituality. In a world of noise, they depict a strange quietness.
Nature is the only beauty that lasts. Take a closer look. Everything looks beautiful up close.