Digital Denial

I’m away from all my developing chemistry these days, so my ability to post new photos is limited to scrounging through my flickr for old images that I think are pretty awesome.

Celeste and I once got to stay in a fancy hotel while she was working there. It turned out that the walls matched her pants, and it was clear what had to be done.

These are the sorts of reasons why sometimes colour film is better than B&W.

I recently found myself in a thrift/junk store in a small town. The sort of place where cool things might sit and gather dust on shelves, because it isn’t picked over by hipsters and other consumers of antiques to the same degree as a similar store in the city might be.

I came across a pair of negatives there, in kind of rough shape amongst a selection of aging camera gear, of this girl.

Heck of a giant squash/watermelon/thingamajig.

During our recent trip to Manitoba, we all went out for coffee in the nearby town. Window light makes everyone look good, and Gretchen is already such a looker, I couldn’t help but take an absurd number of sickeningly adorable photos of her.

Eewww.

I heard from some folks at the Medicine Hat Photography Club that April 29th was World Pinhole Photography Day. So I hauled out my little matchbox camera, and loaded it up with film.

As I was doing this, a train slowly crept to a stop directly across the street from our trailer. It calmly sat there hissing and sighing, as I took its photo.

As soon as the roll of film was finished, it started up, and rolled off around the bend.

Possibly one of the most co-operative subjects I’ve ever shot.

Went for a quick trip to the other side of the prairies last week, to visit our dear friends Arlin and Gretchen, who are living out in ButtFudge Nowhere, Manitoba these days.

They live in a former hunters’ cabin, with no running water, electricity, or modern heating. But when you’ve got more candles than you can shake a fist at, and a wood stove that heats the cabin to the point where you’ve either got to open all the windows, or take off all your clothes, it’s hard to see why you’d want any of those things.

Hoping to spend more time there in the future.

The older Polaroid Film gets, the stranger the results it produces.

Doesn’t diminish my love for it, though.

The nearby town of Redcliff was once a producer of many a fine brick, and there are lots of old brick buildings in the area as a result.

These days are long gone, however, and this plant is now abandoned, and falling to pieces.

I’d have liked to have seen it in the height of it’s glory, but it is still pretty striking in it’s decay.

The end of the line.

I recently found something really cool on the webz: Instructions on how to make a pinhole camera from a match box!

“How DIY is that?!” I thought to myself, and immediately set about constructing one. These are the first images I produced with it.

There is work to be done (the exposures were too long, and I need to perfect the shutter so that I don’t have to hold it open, thus shaking the camera), but I think they are pretty neat.

I can only go up from here!

I am always seeking that which makes us feel small.