A Walk In the Woods, Yes!

All of these photos were taken with a Nikon F2 with either a 35mm F/2.8 or a 50mm f/1.4. Using the over priced poop colored 8th wonder of the world, Kodak Ektar 100. I was really excited to bring my new 35mm lens because for almost the last year I have ONLY been shooting with nifty 50s, theyre just easy and simple and I like them a lot, but it was super nice to be able to get wider angles. I was worried because this lens had a very minor scratch on the glass, but it wasnt visible on the photos, and if it did, I got it for the great price of $34, so it wouldnt have been a total bust.

All of these photos were taken with a Holga 120N (my favorite hunk of plastic) using the urine flavored Portra 800. I have a dislike for Portra 800, mostly for the mentioned urine coloring that this film holds a lot of. The plastic lens of this toy camera has so much character but also a lot of ups and downs, so I ended up using my last roll of Portra 800 on it, and since this camera is not a low-light, or even mid-light beast, Portra 800 may have a nice home in this hunk of a junk.

All of these photos above were taken using a Yashica Mat-124 G. Using a stock that I have never used before, Kodak 100 TMAX, Ive heard a lot of good stuff but just havent shot it, that is until now. This film is very contrasty and I actually really like it and might start shooting it more.

I hardly go out and shoot nature, but I went and visited my lovely girlfriend in a small little town in which she goes to college. She told me about this beautiful canyon drive and I really wanted to see it and shoot some photos, so I brought three cameras (I don’t know why but I always need at least two). We drove a really good way up to see the sunset and we just overall had a good time.

At night when the lake is a mirror

And the moon rides the waves to the shore

A single soul sets his voice singing

Content to be slightly forlorn

A song rises over the lilies (Waa-ooh waa-ooh)

Sweeps high to clear over the reeds

And over the bulrushes’ swaying

To pluck at a pair of heartstrings

Two voices, now they are singing

Then ten, as the melody soars

Round the shimmering pond all are joining in song

As it carries their reverie on

Over the treetops and mountains

Over the blackened ravines

Then softly it falls by a house near a stream

And over the garden wall

To thee