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 ::