I had a wonderful adventure in the woods of Whidbey Island less than a month ago. During the day it was chilly and bursting with wildlife. In the evenings it was peaceful and cozy. I decided to leave my digital equipment at home and brought with me three film cameras instead. The practice of waiting and wondering if my pictures would turn out felt very Buddhist. I had to be in the present. I kept catching myself looking at the back of the camera to see the results. Instead of an instant preview there was simply a hinged door, preserving a delicate roll of film from the burning light. The delayed gratification was nourishing.
Beautiful Haunches…
The following images were taken with our Holga, a funny little camera capable of creating all kinds of strange and mysterious surprises, like double exposures.
Most of the time the Holga isn’t around my neck, but that of my main squeeze…
Here I am exploring the beach through the lens of an old Ricoh!
I saved the best for last. I wish I could take credit for this picture, but I’m terribly proud of it nonetheless.
From the exquisite eye of the man who refuses to “exist on the internet”:
His identity is safe with me, but I’ll be damned if I don’t give this shot up for the world to behold.
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neohippiemama // February 28, 2009 at 8:06 am |
For those of us that spend more time on the internet than would seem normal, it’s nice to have a ‘main squeeze’ (as you so cutely call them) that refuses to sell their soul to it. It reminds me to turn it off and walk away sometimes. I love these shots by the way… very eerie in a dream like way.