This past weekend, while we were in Guadalajara, I took a full roll of film (yeah, that analog gelatin type stuff) with my Lomo. the best 35 bucks I ever spent. I made a conscious effort to take photos of people. close up photos. a small girl on the street selling chiclets. an old man drinking coffee in a courtyard, bookstore cafe while noodling his palm pilot. a teenage couple laying on the grass, looking up in the sky. photos not just of people but of specific color combinations. lush vibrant colors. people and color. living together in harmony.
ok, i over did there a bit. I’m sorry. I take it back.
So i take the roll into get developed today, and nothing. the film hasn’t been exposed. I curse the heavens. and check the shutter mechanism. It’s not opening, when I take a picture. All those glorious images lost. This wasn’t the first time this has happened with this camera, the last roll I took did the same thing, but I thought it was the metering and a dead battery. I was wrong.
I am the sound of Ed’s steaming pissed-off-ness.
Well, there are a thousand more images in my head. and one of these days I hope to pick up a medium format camera, so yall can see ‘em. until then, well, we’ll all have to wait.
