Friday, September 9, 2016
Sunday, July 31, 2016
Ready Player One. It's good.
last for life, which is what I wanted, but as they hurt my feet today reminded me of the old adage, "be careful what you wish for." And a new camera, that will last a few years, giving more than I need, but less than I want. 2200 pictures? Is it a camera for monkeys? I can't get through the 36 frames in a film camera for months. But that film is in a 45 year old camera that still works.
Sometimes all I want is a good Caribbean roti.
Harry Callahan was featured on the second floor. The photos of his wife and child are lovely. Picasso was on the ground floor, Callahan on the second. I never did get Picasso, but Callahan was brilliantly good. It felt wrong that the Picasso floor was crowded, the Callahan floor nearly deserted.
But what do I know?
It's been a lovely day.
Wednesday, July 20, 2016
Tuesday, May 17, 2016
Sunday, April 24, 2016
Spotmatics repaired and have been shooting film lately. And will take more. I have a Leica film rangefinder, the Spotmatic is better.
I'm ordering a developing tank that will handle 120 film. I have one that takes 35mm film. C-41 chemical process too. Maybe a better negative scanner.
My digital camera gets quirkier and quirkier every day. The auto-focus is acting up now. The rear control wheel has been acting up for a year. It might be cheaper to invest in film considering a replacement digital body is more than I want to spend these days. And Nikon hasn't made a digital body I think is any better than the one I have. It's hard to invest in something you don't really like.
Maybe my Nikon F100 will come back out into regular rotation. Maybe I'll just keep shooting the Pentax Spotmatics. I'm alright with either. Or both.
And photographs on film. Medium format. I figure if you get 2 photos out of 15 you like you're doing pretty good.
I like these.
The first time I drove into Astoria it was on the day of the Superbowl when Seattle lost to New England. Seattle is as close to a local team as you can get in Astoria. I came in from the north and there wasn't a car on the road until the game ended and then slowly cars appeared. Not many, but a few. I found myself driving along the coast which turned inland at the Columbia and then hung a right onto the causeway and that bridge. It was dark and foggy and as I drove across the causeway I could seen the red tail lights in the fog ahead of me and then they just floated up into the dark, foggy sky and disappeared. I didn't know the bridge was there. I didn't know they were rising up the incline and then disappearing over the hump. It looked like aliens were sucking cars up into the sky and they were disappearing.
I'm going to Astoria again in a couple of weeks. There will be Reuben sandwiches, pinball, a cheap hotel on the river, and some medium format photographs, if dreams come true.