This was taken at the orphanage where we adopted our son. This picture, though, was taken in the ward where they kept children who tested positive for hepatitis B.The woman in the picture was the one who played with them every day.
Pinhole again. 7 seconds. My cat, Zoot, under a light. She’s almost all washed out. I did some manipulation with Mac Photos. See below for the cell phone picture.
I no longer need or want the new and the shiny.
Pinhole taken with PX 600 Impossible Project Film, Natural light, 10 second exposure, 0.5mm aperture.
I like fixing things, and if something is still usable, although damaged, I’ll hang on to it if I like it. (That’s kind of how I–and hope that those near to me–feel about myself at this point in my life. All of these items are broken, some partially repaired. The mug on the left was a father’s day gift from my daughter, with a crayon drawing of herself. I dropped it shortly after getting it, but I couldn’t bear to throw it out. The Bialetti Moka is probably 6 years old. I’ve changed the gasket a couple of times. but there’s no way to replace the handle that I melted off by ignoring the fact that it was over a flame too long. I’ve done this to more than one moka. More than two. In fact, by the time I melted this one off I said the hell with new ones and I just wrap a coffee-stained towel around it to pour it into my mug. That’s just as well, too, because the Bialettis tend to drip down the front. Next is a mug that states “Will Work for Slivovitz”, with a broken handle, and next to that is a mug that says, “It’s a Katy Thing” with the same problem. But they function. Next to it, a big mug (I like big mugs because you can use them for oatmeal and soup as well!) with this great logo and a broken handle, and in the foregound, an Army Strong mug that has been pieced together with cyanoacrylate (super glue). It still has a handle! None of the repaired mugs has ever come undone due to the heat of the liquid in it.
How to open a cat’s mouth
This is one from the archives, it never made it into a journal. I’m guessing I took this picture (in truth, someone else must have taken it, because those are my hands–I think) when I was still doing some veterinary journalism, and that it was for an article.
Writing used to be a great gig. I would write a number of articles per year. I’d do research, interviews, and then an editor would go over them with a fine tooth comb. Sources would be checked. Interviews would be transcribed. I would rewrite them to the editors’ specs, and then we’d go over the final product. For all of this work, I’d get paid enough to make it worth my while, and in my best year freelancing made up about a third of my income.
Then came the internet.
One the left, the pinhole camera Polaroid version; on the right, the iPhone photo
One of the things that I find most disconcerting about the Impossible Project Polaroid film is how slow it develops. Instant photography was made for instant gratification. In a digital photo world, 30 minutes is an eternity. You really won’t have any idea how your shot came out for at least that long under normal circumstances. They may have some film that develops faster, but the stuff I’ve been using specifies a half-hour wait-time. I’ve found that by putting the developing picture on a warm lamp that it speeds up the process considerably, but I’m not really sure how it is affecting the quality of the final result. Yesterday’s picture was developed this way, and it’s not bad, in comparison with the other shots I’ve taken. The color is a bit off, but I think that’s due more to the film’s age than the extra heat applied to develop it. The 600 ASA (remember that, filmies?) is a bit grainy when enlarged.
Danelectro purple sparkle 12-string reissue
Zero Image pinhole camera
Expired Impossible Project Film
More shelves crammed with books. That’s an English-Vietnamese dictionary in the middle. No, I don’t speak Vietnamese.
Too many books. The boxes are filled with books as well. All my closets look like this. Shot with expired color film and a Polaroid One-Step.