I Wasn’t Kidding About the Leaves
A couple more leaf pictures. These were done with the most tempermental camera I own. And that’s saying something.
A couple more leaf pictures. These were done with the most tempermental camera I own. And that’s saying something.
I think the pictures from my latest garage sale camera tend to look like they came from a National Geographic magazine circa 1974.
That totally makes up for the lens being just a smidge radioactive.
Or, “Why I am not a sports photographer.”
…or: Quentin tries to replicate the “Mulholland Drive” poster. Repeatedly.
Many, many thanks to Aimee the model.
Well, it turns out that the Yashica-D I got for Christmas actually works pretty well. Hooray!
No, I haven’t heard anything about the book. Why do you ask?
This is a Kodak Brownie Reflex. When I was visiting my parents a while ago, I found my great-aunt’s Brownie in a trunk and got hooked the minute I saw that vignetty image through the reflex lens. It was like looking back through time.
I carried it away with me. That camera has taken pictures of graduations, weddings, and first communions since the forties and now it’s on a shelf in my front room. I’ve ordered some film from one of the two factories on the planet that still make 127 film and I’m looking forward to seeing what happens.
I still haven’t decided whether I want to take the whole thing apart and try to clean the lens before I shoot a test roll. On one hand, I’m sure it needs cleaning. The reflex lens certainly did. On the other, there’s a very real chance I could reduce the thing to a pile of springs and screws liberally salted with bitter tears. Tough call.
No, this has nothing to do with the manuscript revision I ought to be doing. Nothing at all. Why would you even ask that?