Coming Back

:: Ferry from Orcas Island ::

Cigarette, mini-farm

:: Bow, WA ::

Tom at the dog park

:: Whidbey Island, WA ::

Emmylou

:: at home ::

:: Bow, WA ::

Mini-farm sticks

:: Bow, WA ::

Mini-farm with Bronica & Farmer Tom

:: Bow, WA ::

More mistakes

:: Edison, WA ::

What do we think happened here?

:: Edison, WA ::

One of the first shots from the Bronica that Philip kindly loaned me. Last night I printed the contact sheet for this roll of film at the color darkroom AND got the CD with the negative scans back from the camera store. This is from a digital negative scan, and it's been really interesting to work with the actual negatives myself and then see the scans. Since they're all adjusted, it's hard to tell from the CD what you actually have on the negatives. Something I would never have known without taking a color darkroom class! 

:: Allen West Road, Bow, WA ::

of course! 

This time, Carolyn. 

:: Mazama, WA ::

Kate at Rolling Huts in the skirt that ruined her camera

:: Mazama, WA ::

One of my favorite models

Capitol Hill

:: Seattle, WA ::

Mini-stables, at the mini-farm. Those dandelions will belong to me.

:: Bow, WA :: 

:: Skagit Valley, WA ::

I've missed the Diana. This weekend she reminded me why I'm doing this whole crazy photo thing in the first place. 

Brownie shot 2.

:: Pt Townsend, WA ::

Sad scanner, but happy Brownie photo!

I learned something from it. Not entirely sure what yet, but it's there.

:: Elma, WA ::

I do like the cattails.

:: Belle Fourche, SD ::

Not good with the black and white. It doesn't matter.

:: Creede, CO ::

Sometimes you know that what you are letting go of is better than what you're going to,

but you have to go anyway, because there is something other than logic

that has the power to tell you where you need to be in the world.

It was easy to forget about the black and white photos, especially the ones that were printed the wrong size. When I looked again, I found this. So much emotion there for me. If I could get this into the story, it would be done.

:: Beulah, Wyoming ::

I had a picture of how they would turn out. Sometimes that makes it hard to see what they really are.

Daffodils shoot

:: Edison, WA ::

This is what failure looks like

:: Queen Anne, Seattle, WA ::

:: Edison, WA ::

Lucky indeed.

:: Edison, WA ::

She reminds me, in this one, of an Alice Munro story. I don't know why.

:: Edison, WA ::

Maybe you've noticed by now that I can't get enough of this barn.

Even so, this is one of my favorite photos ever.

:: Edison, WA ::

Finally, pinhole success! Shop Curator window

:: Edison, WA ::

Time to spend more film up north

:: Skagit Valley, WA ::

I can't stop with the Edison photos. New Year's Eve was just such a good night this year. I love Lillian in this photo, and the way this captures John's high-spirited drunkenness, but I blew it by not capturing his giant award-winning NYE hat.

:: Edison, WA ::

Daddy Treetops with optical toy, not to be mistaken for a kaleidoscope.

:: Edison, WA ::

James on piano

:: Edison, WA ::

The best photo was Jessica's, him and his dog, smiling at each other through the windshield.

:: Edison, WA ::

The road to a friend's house is never long

:: Edison, WA ::

We talked non-stop all the way down to Olympia.

It was like no time had gone by, or a whole lifetime of it had.

:: Elma, WA ::

The security guard drove by in his truck, then over to the cyclone fence, then back to me.

He stopped, rolled his window down, asked me "Who do you belong to?"

"Just my own self," I said

Satsop Development Park

:: Elma, WA ::

Kevin & Mo

:: Skagit Valley, WA ::

Farm To Market Road

:: Edison, WA ::

:: Santa Monica, CA ::

Another in the series of photos I inexplicably love

King's Hardware, Ballard

:: Seattle, WA ::

It's just that it's such a happy photo

Taken by Daniel

:: Napa, CA ::

So many things wrong with this one, but I love it anyway. That's the beauty of a toy camera.

:: Napa, CA ::

"Ships at a distance have every man's wish on board. For some they come in with the tide. For others they sail forever on the horizon, never out of sight, never landing until the Watcher turns his eyes away in resignation, his dreams mocked to death by Time. That is the life of men."

Zora Neale Hurston, Their Eyes Were Watching God

One of my favorite first lines ever.

:: Golden Gardens, Seattle, WA ::

Bridge to Happy Thought

:: Creede, CO ::

:: Somewhere on the road to Creede, CO ::

I was supposed to be taking normal photos, just to see if I could figure out the focus, such as it is, on the new mini-Diana, using appropriate light conditions, testing the different focus distances, film speeds. Instead, there was this old barn, and the day's light was vanishing, and at the end of it, I had a roll of film with lots of dark parts, and bright shocks of grass lit by flash, and the Subaru headlights, and a couple self-portraits, camera held out arms-length, me in my picnic dress. And this.

:: Edison, WA ::

:: Creede, CO ::

The idea of taking photos with three different cameras at 12,800 feet was the thing that motivated me to make the hike, but nothing, not digital, not 35 mm, not medium format, captured the colors that day. Sometimes you just have to remember.

:: Mineral County, CO ::