Proving that I’m still alive (or that some clever facsimile thereof is able to post to my photoblog): Acros 100 + Microphen. Which, should you try to Google for it, The Goog will auto-correct to “Microphone.”
This combination of film + developer is off the charts for me. The tonal range, contrast, and incredibly fine grain really pop. I suspect you’ll see more of this combo…
Portra 800, I believe. (I’d have to go find the film to be sure, but it has the right look to me.) Take a look at the larger version; the smaller one looks a little out of focus for some reason. Let her stare in to your very being…
Taken along the Hudson River, near Fort Lee. Delta 3200 (!), EI 1600 (I was apparently finishing off a roll already loaded).
From the old to the new! I’ve been slowly stepping through cameras of the 20th century – 1930s and 40s Voigtländers, 1950s Ricohs. Well, my two Ricoh Diacords failed while at a workshop, which left me wanting gear that was more reliable. So upon my return, I repaired both Diacords and started scouring ebay for something quiet and reliable.
And this is from a test roll (HP5, ei400) out of my new Mamiya 7.
While I don’t really understand why we have to have a “graduation ceremony” for pre-K, I have to say that it was a helluva lot of fun to shoot.
Okay, okay! For those clamoring for color – here ya go. Velvia 100F.
And for the record, I’m planning to buy more slide film for next month. I just can’t let 3 liters of developer go to waste. 🙂 From my generally unscientific tests, I’ve settled primarily on Kodak e100g; it has the best color cast to my eyes. Which, I’ll remind everyone, are red/green color blind.
Saw a tweet from a friend today – she’s having issues with some child’s-school-related thing, and I thought I’d dig up a shot to cheer her up a bit. From last summer, I present Ryan… tree-climber extraordinaire!
And the shoveling out continues. This was from mid-storm, around noon yesterday. Everything is much less visible now, under even more snow…
One very sad boy. Some day he’ll be telling his therapist all about his insensitive clod of a photographer dad.
I’m not entirely sure what’s going on here. He’s sort of saluting. He’s certainly pointing to the rotting pumpkin. Hmm.
A quick break from the unseasonable weather, and an excuse for the boys to take off their shirts…
