I mentioned that during my super productive weekend I developed some film from over the summer and even scanned it! Usually it takes me weeks and weeks to get to the scanning so I’m really stoked with myself for finding the initiative to do this so quickly.
Here is one that I particularly liked. Taken up at Trillium Lake with my Zero and Ektar 100 film.
OK, it’s decision time. My decision is between this one and “Balloons For Sale.” Which one should I choose for my pinhole day contribution? Personally, I like this one the best. But I also really like “Balloons For Sale.”
I like this one because the moment was kind of cool. When I was taking this the newpaper vendor covered his face. I’m not sure if he was playing around with me or if he truly didn’t want his picture taken. Either way, it was a moment of connection with the subject, which doesn’t really happen very often with me because my subject is mostly landscape.
I will decide over the next couple of days and upload it to the gallery, so check there to see what I decided. The deadline is May 31, so I really need to get on this!
I woke up this morning to a stream of Flickr notifications on my phone. When I checked to see what the fuss was about I saw that overnight this particular photo made Explore. I honestly have no idea what it is about this photo that would cause it to be in Explore but I guess that is a good enough reason to make it a photoblog photo.
I talked a little bit about the weekend I had my epiphany about eating animals after visiting the State Fair. The day before the State Fair visit we went on a local tour of farms. One of the farms we visited also raised cattle for food, these specific cattle, actually. I made friends with this cow. And then noticed that I could buy the meat of his brothers and sisters in the freezer in farm’s shop.
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.