A Summer's Eve

Once upon a Summer’s Eve I dusted off an Olympus 35 RC.

Her stature small, tiny and compact The perfect size to not distract.

Candid moments, I chased. Around town, we raced.

From over here to over there, We went everywhere, we went nowhere.

I caught some shots and missed a few But all in all a sweet rendezvous.

For hanging out and connecting with friends Is all that matters in the end.

So today I sit in reverie Fondly remembering that Summer’s Eve.

Camera: Olympus 35 RC

Lens: E. Zuiko 42mm f/2.8

Film: Tri-X 400, pushed to 800

Note: The film advance on this camera is a little sticky, so it makes for some super cool double and triple exposures.

Old Haunts, New Jaunts

I found myself back in Salt Lake City in late May of this year.

It was an emotional whirlwind as I found myself revisiting people and places that have left their mark deep upon my soul. Having left the City under stormy skies, to return and feel love and compassion from everyone I met and hung out with helped ease the burden of winter 2016/2017.

And what’s a buffalo to do when there’s a lot on his mind? He walks. He wanders. He roams. With camera in hand, of course.

So, here it is…a wander through the streets of Salt Lake City.

Camera: Nikon FM2

Lens: Nikkor 50mm f/1.4D AF

Film: Kodak Portra 800, pushed to 3200

And to Think, It Was All Just a Dream

A few months back, I found my dad's old Minolta SRT 101 sitting comfortably, but sadly, unused on his closet shelf. 'A new old toy,' I thought as snatched it up from its quiet resting place, nearly dropping it as I was reminded of its heft. I held it in my hands, rotating for inspection.

Lens looks good. Light meter dead. Focus ring still works. Film, ISO 3200, 5 exposures taken.

Whoa, cool. 31 exposures left, let's see what happens.

The resulting gallery is exactly what I mean when I say 'The Romance of Film'. The negatives developed in a weirdly dark manner but with some Lightroom magic I was able to find some light within. 

The camera captures the moment and film interprets it. This gallery has a dreamy quality that reminds me of the nature of memory- pliable, flexible, mutable. The moment I saw through the lens- vibrant, sunlit and full of color- interpreted through this film as grainy, dark and faded. Romance, indeed. 

And to think, it was all just a dream...                                                                                                                 One fantastic hallucination.

Camera: Minolta SRT 101

Lens: Minolta Rokkor-X 50mm f/1.7

Film: Ilford Delta 3200, expired

 

With The Wild Ones

Ah, birthdays- another cycle around the sun. A simultaneous beginning and end. A day to reflect, scheme, dream and celebrate. 

Ol' Boots turned 31 this year and at his request, we gathered in the enchanted canyon of West Clear Creek. There were no birthday challenges this year, no striving to keep age at bay, no desire to prove that the old boy's still got it. Instead, we laughed. We played. We photographed. We celebrated- not just the birth of one, but the gathering of many in a sacred place. 

The best gift you can give to others, to yourself, is space to just Be...

And it's not a post about Boots without some wisdom from the Tao:

"Those who understand others are clever, those who understand themselves are wise."  

Camera: Nikon FM2, 

Lens: Nikkor 50mm f/1.4D AF (manual focus, of course :))

Film: Kodak Portra 400

 

Spring, Joshua Tree

A visit to Joshua Tree in the Spring                                                                                                                            Awash in color, my senses ring.

Waiting long for winters end                                                                                                                                       Warmth, I forgot I kenned                                                                             

The Homie Jack and Ally were on the trip                                                                                                                but the delicate floral structures held my grip.

Click, click, click, click, click, click, click                                                                                                                     My shutter hammering like a drumstick.

A wonderful world full of stimuli                                                                                                                                 So, a gallery for you of what caught my eye.