Film: Velvia 50 – 120 film
Camera: P6*6W, 35mm focal length, f/135
I have a bad habit. As soon as I finish shooting a roll of film, I am prone to loading a fresh roll in the camera, right there, right then. Very often, I might shoot a couple shots and then the camera is set aside for an unknowable period of time, during which I may be distracted by any number of projects. At least I am pretty good about noting the presence of, and specific film in the camera. Before I developed that good habit, I opened a number of cameras with film in-progress and ruined exposures.
And so it was that I popped some Velvia 50 into one of my pinhole cameras, with the intention of shooting some vivid fall foliage. However, finding something to shoot proved difficult and I only got a few shots of a lonely tree, on a lonely traffic island, before something shiny distracted me and the project was forgotten.
Some time passes… Eventually, I realized that I had loaded the camera, shot a couple frames, and then put it on a shelf (with a couple of similarly treated cameras). I took it to an EMS conference, and got this doubled view of lunch.
Joie cutting my hair. 20 minutes.
A new coffee shop in Ballard. They serve biscuits. Like biscuits-and-gravy biscuits. In gourmet flavors, with gourmet jams and spreads. At $4.50 per. The coffee’s good, though.
I went to Volunteer Park and shot the dark side of the Black Sun sculpture, by Noguchi. Shooting ISO 50 and the dark shadows of the sculpture meant a long exposure – more than two minutes. One of the delights of pinhole photography is letting go of control of the scene during long exposures. It is exactly the opposite of a snapshot, and the camera records traces of dynamic events in the space-time of my photograph. I thought it was obvious what I was doing, with a camera on a tripod and fiddling with a light meter, but the spectral red-haired woman inserted herself in the scene to have her friend take her photo during my exposure. Some time passes… I don’t know who she is, but my photo is richer by her luminous visitation.
The reservoir in Volunteer Park is fenced off and has an archaic, forgotten feel. I don’t know what purpose this stone and concrete building provides, but it’s been there for more than one hundred years, and probably will be there for hundreds more.
Some time passes…
Did you ever play Myst? I wonder what happens if you turn that wheel…