Film from a Time Ago

A time ago, in some months far away, I had two lomo films that I shot and needed to get developed. Thing is, I was moving to Chicago, where a lomography store is, so I just kinda held onto the rolls for a monthish and got them developed once I moved. So, really, everything is from the fourth of July.

 

I finally shot my roll of Lomography’s 110 Red Scale, which I’ve held on to for I think two years now? I’ve just had it for a really long time and FINALLY shot it. The colors came out interesting. I’m curious as to why the one photograph of the Battle Creek Air Show came out in purples and yellowish-whites, but I love it and would have loved it in other photos.

I also hot with my Diana for the first time, with Lomochrome XR Purple 120 Film. I was doing multiple exposures without realizing it, because on the Diana you have to remember to wind and to stop, because there isn’t a like, automatic stop like there is on normal film cameras. You really have to pay attention. I’m not a huge fan of that technical part, but I still enjoyed shooting with it.

I love hot air balloons. Is it next summer yet so I can see more?

Getting more use out of 110 pocket film is a goal of mine, mostly because I have had one of my 110 photos win a prize and another is currently on exhibit in Massachusetts. So, I’m just kinda like, “Why not shoot more?”

You should try it sometime.

Happy Shooting!

Old Camera, Old Graves

When I was in New Orleans, I brought along my Voigtlander Brillant. I thought it would be a great camera to bring, since the images that usually come out of it have a weird over-cast antiquated look, and New Orleans is, well, old. I thought it would work out well. Turns out I was right.

I took it to New Orleans Cemetery #3 (because that’s where I took most of my photos, to be honest,) and took some shots. Oh, I also took a shot in the French Quarter.

Isn’t that old effect cool?

Also, that last image– I’m not saying it’s a ghost but, I mean. there wasn’t a light or anything in the scene when I snapped the photo, and the content interested me because it’s a broken up grave site, so I mean… I’m not saying it’s a ghost or anything, but I’m not saying it isn’t. Let’s have fun and accept it’s really weird.

Happy Shooting!

Nightmares and Mistakes

The series of nightmares continue. This time around, I made some mistakes when I went out to shoot. Two of my films ended up fogged, and one of the images I was really looking forward to sharing. Mais, c’est la vie. I’ll most likely re-shoot it. But the fogging worked decently on the one image, so not all was lost. Remember kids, if you screw up, pretend you meant for it to happened! One of my favorite excuses: “It was an artistic decision.”

I also forgot to load film into one of the film holders and “took” two pictures. I would say you should have seen my face when I made this discovery, but you wouldn’t be able to anyway because I was in the dark room getting ready to develop the non-existent pictures.

I’m going to pretend they were going to be the best photos the world has ever seen, and because of that they were not allowed to exist. Pity.

So, I have this sort of habit with film where I want every shot to be perfect. It’s a noble pursuit, but let’s be real, even Ansel Adams didn’t get a perfect shot every time. As an artist, odds are you will never be satisfied with a shot, or a painting, or a story, or whatever. Because if you were satisfied, you would stop creating. With some of my pictures, I feel that I accomplished what I wanted to accomplish with the tools and skills that I had at the time I took the photo. That doesn’t stop me from critiquing it and possibly exhibiting it, but it just goes to show that you can be proud of your work and at the same time be critical of it.

I’m going to share the photos now, but as a disclaimer the last image of this batch of four makes reference to sexual violence. If you are sensitive about the subject, I don’t recommend taking a look.

That’s all for now. Keep checking back for more, as the series is only half-way finished at this point.

And no, I am not worshiping that grave stone.

Happy Shooting!

 

I Accidentally Photographed the Universe

So, I accidentally photographed the universe. Maybe.

I’m a little bummed because I haven’t really created any pictures in a few days, so I was reminiscing about my photography career in the form of going through my files and being a critic about everything. A walk down memory lane is never complete without crippling self-criticism! But then, I discovered this:

I know this is from my first roll I ever shot on my Voigtlander Brillant v6, but I guess I dismissed it because photos of red phone boxes were more interesting at the time.

Look familiar?

Here, let me help you out:

Yeah, the Eagle Nebula’s Pillars of Creation aren’t actually in space. They’re in my camera from the 1940s.

Take that, science.

Happy Shooting (or discovering that your camera is majestic!)

P.S.- Here’s more proof, another image from the Eagle Nebula:

SCIENCE.