Contax 645 | Fuji 400h | Dev by PhotoVision
What I do on the weekends…(it’s pretty awesome).
The two big categories for my life: the days before the beauty of dandelions was pointed out to me on a daily basis, and the days since.
Trying her hardest to be plant-like so bees will land on her. Atta girl.
Mom’s bike, Dad’s dog. Wild times in Virginia.
Occasionally I forget how much I love film, but not today.
Contax 645, Fuji 400h, PhotoVision
Boston on a Thursday afternoon.
Late Autumn, Charleston
I’m used to November being a gray, cold month. Bare branches except a few orange leaves that refuse to fall, and a good chance of the year’s first snow. November in Charleston was completely different. It was bright foliage and crimson-bowed garland, yellow leaf-lined streets with no need for long sleeves. Orange, yellow, red, and green…and more than enough sunshine to enjoy all of it. I doubt I could survive a summer in South Carolina, but November…yes.
When I need a smile I look at this photo from a few months ago. She can dress herself for a stroll around the block, of course.
Strange light, somewhere in CT last weekend. Headstones so old they reference “the colony of Connecticut.”
What I get for asking her to be in the picture with me.
Trying to get used to a new camera with a kid who doesn’t feel like having her picture taken. Compromises were made.
Canon 5D mkiii / VSCO Film
With her bag full of cheez-its and plastic horses, we set out.
Magnolia Plantation
The first place we visited in Charleston was Magnolia Plantation, which turned out to be one of my favorite parts of the trip. It was a Sunday afternoon, warm, and mostly empty (except for some friendly animals including miniature horses. Miniature. Horses.) We stayed for a few hours…I shot roll after roll of film as my eyes adjusted to the sight of magnolia blooms and giant oak trees and sunshine. These are a few of my favorite photos from that afternoon…
Autumn in a Savannah cemetery
A few images from our trip to Charleston and Savannah, ooohhh, 5 months ago. Better late than never? We only spent a morning in Savannah, stopping first at the Bonaventure Cemetery before visiting Flannery O’Connor’s childhood home (which Jason wrote about here.) It was grey, quiet, completely empty, and I took too many pictures of red autumn leaves tangled with spanish moss. Naturally.
Contax 645 | Portra 400
