“Sorrow drips into your heart through a pinhole…”

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Sometimes on the steps of the red chapel

Those Death Cab lyrics have nothing to do with this post at all, but since I am on a DCFC kick and have been listening to their music lately and I love that song and it uses the metaphor of a pinhole… well. Why not?

I visited The Grotto again a couple of weekends ago! It happens to be an Atlas Obscura location so I brought my pinhole camera and had some fun.

I mentioned that I am fascinated with the way pinhole photography renders people and crowds and I am continuing to experiment with this. I am especially interested in self portraits using a pinhole camera. Since the exposures are so long I can insert myself for an extended period of time into the photo and then I become a ghost in the photo. The photo above is an example. Here are a couple more:

Self Portrait hiding in there somewhere.

I am hiding in this photo somewhere.

tree ghosts

And here too.

It is all very fun to see the expressions on the faces of the passers-by when they see a wooden box on a tripod and it’s owner doing something in front of this wooden box. I don’t think they know what to make of it at all. Most of them ask about the wooden box and I am always enthusiastic about telling them about it but they get bored and their eyes glaze over when I mention the word “aperture.”

You can see a couple non-self portrait photos from this excursion on Pinhole Obscura.

And here is the video for the song “Marching Bands of Manhattan,” which is completely bizarre. As music videos tend to be.

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