After readership figures reached an all time low, I thought I should post some more recent photos to get a bit more up to date. I’ve been dabbling in other photographic mediums and thus the blog has fallen aside a bit lately. I do pull my trusty Mamiya out now and again to go for an outing in my home state. Herewith, random adventures from the first half of the year.
Florida is strange. Some of the first settlers in Lee County, who homesteaded before the turn of the 19th century, belonged to a cult. The Koreshans are long gone, in no small part because they believed in separation of the sexes and celibacy. That, and the fact that they suffered crushing disappointment when their Dear Leader failed to rise from the dead as promised.
When I visited, one of the volunteer wardens explained that the Koreshans believed that the Earth is a concave hollow – in other words, our heads are pointing toward the center of the Earth instead of at the Universe. Cyrus Teed, the founder of Koreshanity, offered a substantial sum of money to anyone who could disprove the theory – “and you know what?” she said, “To this day, no one’s been able to claim the reward!”
Seemed a bit pointless to debate the matter with her.
One of my friends breaks compact digital cameras like it’s her job. She handles disposable film cameras like a pro, it’s just the little newfangled ones that commit suicide in her hands.
I can sympathise because I’ve been cursed by bad photo juju and I’m not sure why. In the past sixth months I’ve lost two rolls of 36-exposure 35mm film to an untuned Rollei 35 and any number of frames to a 120 film back that needs calibrating (which was sent off for repair to skilled expert who sadly passed away while my film back was in transit). The replacement back is faulty and results in double exposures. On top of that my scans are all over the place. (Do I dare mention the broken Canon L-lens?).
The result? More time spent on fixing equipment and trying to figure out software than on photographing and editing.
The two rolls of ruined film are what really bother me. I can remember the still frames in my head but there they shall remain. Staircases on a brick building in New York, perfectly lit in the winter sun; a cab ride with friends; the best caipirinhas in Rio State; a garden full of gnomes.
Does anyone know how to fix bad camera karma?