Surreptitiously Snapping Self And Strangers.
I’m awfully fond of those who quietly work behind the scenes to dismantle everything.
Portrait With Chemical-Stained Shoulder.
Decrepit, abandoned ulocks are tragic in a way.
They always appear to me as evidence leftover from a crime, be it theft or neglect.
Although perhaps it was an act of mercy, a rescue mission after too many months passing the same ever-stationary steed?
Did I ever mention that there is a hearse parked in the back alley a few blocks from our house?
It hasn’t moved in a long time. Appropriately, it is slowly sinking into the ground.
Something very strange happened to this roll of film.
X-rays at the border?
Self Portrait With the Late Afternoon Sun.
I don’t care who you are, if you say you’re into playing chess, I will be your friend.
(Note: This statement applies at least for the duration of the game. And I reserve the right to redefine the term friend, if need be.)
(But seriously. Let’s play chess.)
More from the Argus, downtown back alley.
A brief reappearance of the (Not Even Remotely) Weekly Camera Project.
These are taken with an Argus C3 rangefinder, a camera from the late 30’s/early 40’s.Often referred to as “The Brick” ( for obvious reasons), it played a huge role in popularizing 35mm Film, and is at least partially responsible for it being the most commonly used format. (the story is longer and more interesting that, Click Here for more.)
I got mine offa the webz, and we went for a wander with it back in the spring.
(I still suck at focusing rangefinders.)