Last post was too many words and not enough pictures. These pictures cover two adventures.
This was from that time I walked a good five or so miles through D.C. for a camera show and eventually saw Dave Barry, through some coincidence. And then got dust all over the negatives.
These pictures aren't in order. These kids were under some bridge around Georgetown/Dupont.
One of hundreds of buildings I walked past, one of only a few I photographed. A nice Venn diagram of which to be at the center. (grammar will ruin your life, children)
I love fake alleys like this. Just share the wall; it's so much more efficient.
I've already said this, but I don't live here anymore.
My housemate and fellow photographer.
I made him hold this pose (which he had been doing anyway). Looking close enough will reveal individual raindrops (and also dust). On the whole, maybe too blue... (Pro tip: dust on a winter negative can be passed off as snow.)
Later, and without my housemate. Similar view.
A high school graduation. Almost every single one of these kids is going to college.
It's my brother's graduating class, and I'm still well recognized enough to sneak behind the scenes for photos during the pregame pep-talk.
Relatives of mine. There may be a story here...
My grandmother, it is said (by other members of my family), sabotages photos. Not a big deal unless you're using film.
Eventually I came to embrace the aesthetic of bad group pictures; I've thought about doing a set. For instance, 50% of the subjects in this photo look really upset about something, while the other 50% couldn't be happier. Those two may be connected...
This was from that time I walked a good five or so miles through D.C. for a camera show and eventually saw Dave Barry, through some coincidence. And then got dust all over the negatives.
These pictures aren't in order. These kids were under some bridge around Georgetown/Dupont.
One of hundreds of buildings I walked past, one of only a few I photographed. A nice Venn diagram of which to be at the center. (grammar will ruin your life, children)
I love fake alleys like this. Just share the wall; it's so much more efficient.
I've already said this, but I don't live here anymore.
My housemate and fellow photographer.
I made him hold this pose (which he had been doing anyway). Looking close enough will reveal individual raindrops (and also dust). On the whole, maybe too blue... (Pro tip: dust on a winter negative can be passed off as snow.)
Later, and without my housemate. Similar view.
A high school graduation. Almost every single one of these kids is going to college.
It's my brother's graduating class, and I'm still well recognized enough to sneak behind the scenes for photos during the pregame pep-talk.
Relatives of mine. There may be a story here...
My grandmother, it is said (by other members of my family), sabotages photos. Not a big deal unless you're using film.
Eventually I came to embrace the aesthetic of bad group pictures; I've thought about doing a set. For instance, 50% of the subjects in this photo look really upset about something, while the other 50% couldn't be happier. Those two may be connected...
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