The Little White Church


The little white church

At the end of last year – sometime in November or December (maybe even October) I was inspired to load my Holga with Tri-x and wander around town with it. It was a rainy day. I finally got around to uploading some of the photos this week and I kinda dig them. I am thinking that I will do a series of Holga + Tri-x photos in my small town. That combo + a rainy day work very well. And we certainly have lots of rainy days around here.

I will post more of this series in the near future!

Also: Can I just say that I really love my Holga. It holds such a special place in my heart. It was the camera that lured me back into this remarkable and wonderful world of Film Photography. I really need to give it more love.

Geeky bits:

Camera: Holga 120N
Film: Tri-x
Development: Stand developed in Adonal for 1 hour.

May postcard exchange!


I have been really enjoying the postcard exchange that I’ve been hosting for a few years. This latest received is beautiful! It is from the very-talented Diane Martin Peterson. I had the great pleasure of meeting her in person last weekend when she came to the WPPD meetup in Portland. She is a lovely person, as well as a talented photographer.

If you would like to sign up for the May postcard exchange you can do so here on this blog post! scroll down a bit for the form. Or you can Click here to be taken to it externally.

We are exchanging postcard-sized prints of our original photography. Digital and film photography is welcome!

Sign up for the May post card swap is closed. If you are interested in being informed of new swaps, fill out the form here

Keep Portland Weird


Keep Portland Weird

This past Sunday was Worldwide Pinhole Photography Day! I met up with several friends from around the world in Portland. We had a fantastic time together. This is becoming an annual thing, these meetups. Last year we met in Amsterdam, this year in PDX, next year we will meet in Barcelona. I am already looking forward to next year’s adventure!

I am still waiting on film to come back from the lab from the day so I haven’t made my final decision, but I am, so far, leaning toward this one being my official submission to the website. I made several accidental double exposures that day due to beer, and just general excitement. I kind of feel like this photo sums up the day.  I will post the rest of my results in another post. You can see the group gallery for our #GitTogether here.


Geeky Bits:

Camera: Zero 2000
Film: Fuji Acros 100
Exposure time: 5 seconds
Development: Stand developed for 1 hour in Adonal.

Powells City Of Books – Portland, Oregon



My latest post on Pinhole Obscura! Posted a couple of weeks ago. This is about one of my favorite places. Sometimes referred to (by me) as Nirvana.

Originally posted on Pinhole Obscura:

img011 The gate to Nirvana. Exposure time: 5 seconds

It is Winter here in the Pacific Northwest, which leaves me with limited photography options. It occurred to me that I can show you one of my favorite places to visit in the winter, Powells Bookstore in Portland.

To say that I love this place is an understatement. For Powells, my love is turned up a notch, to 11. I mean really. Books. ALL OF THE BOOKS.  Do I really need to say more?

img008 10 minutes in the Art Section.

The first time I visited Powells was before I lived here. We were in town to visit my husband’s brother. He was showing us around late into the evening. At one point he said, “I’ve got to take you someplace. Monica, you will love this.” He took us to Powells. When I walked in the door I heard a chorus of…

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The Tree in Black and White


The tree in B&W

Last month I visited Portland’s Japanese Garden with a roll of black and white film in my pinhole camera and thought I’d try pinholing The Tree. Here is the result.

Today I pinholed it again, but in color, with expired slide film that I will cross process. I was there with my fellow Pinhole Obscura blogger, Jeff. And I got to meet another pinhole photographer, Souhade of Pinholistically Yours. They are in town for WPPD on Sunday! Exciting stuff. I’ve had a great time seeing the photos from my internet friends converging on Portland this weekend. It reminds me of the anticipation and excitement I had when I went to Amsterdam last year. I am missing a little of that excitement this year since Portland is home and I’m not going anywhere. Seeing the excitement of my friends makes up for that. :)

Geeky Bits

Camera: Schlem P6*6
Film: Acros 100
Exposure Time: 22 seconds

My sweet little Crackers – a dream.



I had a dream about my sweet childhood dog last night and I can’t stop thinking about her today. She was so precious to me. We got her when I was in Kindergarten and she lived well into my adulthood. I was around 24 when she died.

I remember this dream in such minute detail that I feel like I should write it down. I am pretty good about figuring out the symbolism of my own dreams but I can’t quite put my finger on what my dog symbolizes for me here.

It is night and I am a passenger in a mini-van with my dad, who is driving, and my younger brother who is in the section of seats behind me. I am laying across the middle seat. Crackers, our dog, is in the front seat (as far as I know, I am the same age in the dream as I am now). We are driving along a winding road and there is snow on the ground.

Every so often I call Crackers and she comes when I call her, hopping over the seat, wagging her tail and smiling, letting me give her a pet. She immediately goes to my brother and says, “hi” to him too. Then she jumps back in the front seat right away (she doesn’t hang around begging to be petted forever and ever, like most dogs do). When she jumped over the seat to say, “hi” to me it filled me with such joy and happiness. After awhile I kind of tested it. I would call her and she always, without question, jumped over the seat, and she was always very joyous and happy about it (as dogs are). She seemed to enjoy our little game.

We made a pitstop at Zips Drive-in (a popular hamburger joint in the Spokane area). My brother and Dad went in to get something to eat but I was reluctant about eating. I stayed behind. At this point the car was filled with dogs that we owned. When I opened the mini-van door I had to hold them back to prevent them from all rushing out. Crackers ran out, unfortunately. For some reason I wasn’t super worried about it. I was worried but not freaking out.

I walked up to the restaurant, deciding that I might eat and someone was talking about dogs and I turned around and saw that this someone was cradling  my sweet Crackers to their  chest. I said, “Hey, that’s my dog!” and he handed her to me. I held her to me and asked what happened. She was hurt and I became distraught with emotion over it. The guys said that she was hit by a car. She’d run into the street and someone found her laying there so he picked her up. He told me, “Be careful, I think she broke her ribs and hip.” I held her tightly to my chest. I felt so sad that she was hurt.

This part is significant because I really am recalling the feeling that I had in my dream when I held her. I could feel her fur and smell her distinct smell and all of this felt like home to me. I felt such a deep and profound feeling  of love when I held her. For some reason this feeling makes me tear up when I think about it. Even now, wide awake, I am feeling very emotional about it. So I am holding her tightly to my chest, feeling very maternal and very protective. I start heading back to the car and as we walk she is struggling in my arms. She is wiggling to become free because we are walking near the highway and she is afraid of the highway. I had to really hold on tight to her so she doesn’t wiggle free. As I do this I am trying to calm her down by telling her that I won’t let anything happen to her.

We walk and walk and I find myself lost and in an unfamiliar place. I’d taken the wrong route to the car.

I wake up.



Oatman Mine

I fell in love with the desert when I visited my dad last month. It’s beautiful. I was trying to put my finger on what I loved about it. I think what I loved is that it reminded me of home. Spokane lives on the edge of the high desert of Eastern Washington. For most of my life we drove through it to get to Portland and other destinations on the Western side of the state. Each time (even now), after passing through the lush, wet, greenery of the Westside, the dry, stark Eastside seemed like nothing. It’s home, though. And the climate feels like home, too.

The California/Arizona high desert is equally as stark, but there is a quiet, peaceful beauty to it.

Someday I will post more photos from my trip (if I ever develop the film). Today, I give you a photo of an abandoned mine from the ghost town, Oatman Arizona.


Geeky bits:
Camera: Zero 2000
Film: Portra 160
Exposure time: 5 seconds