so, if you didn’t read my previous post, let me fill you in. i took a train across the country. Amtrak to be specific. the ride across the country was beautiful. more than beautiful. i’d call it breathtaking, but that just sounds so cheezy.. but honestly? it really was. i had two cameras on me and two sketchbooks. i did some writing and some drawing – but it was limited, trains are BUMPY (trust me, i’m still covered in bruises) and not conducive to quality line art. i took so many photographs. i was expecting most, if not all, of them to get developed and appear blurry and unrecognizable. oh i was wrong. i was so wrong. although my Nikon (sniffle) officially died after my walk in Prospect Park (in Brooklyn), it was a champ during the cross country trek. and my Holga? i loved my Holga before, but now that i know how to actually use it without wasting film (sigh), i think i might just marry it. that’s legal, right?
a Holga post will be next. these are a select few of my Nikon shots before my poor camera broke. don’t worry, i’m taking it to the doctor tomorrow. it needs to be in good form for my trip to Geneva in April. yeah, that’s right, i’m a jet setter. well – actually – i’m not a jet setter at all, but i’ll still call myself one. i’ll explain the whole Geneva thing later.
[nikon 35 mm + color film]