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werriston tarafından 2011-09-13 tarihinde paylaşıldı
I never think of myself as a water person. When people ask "Are you a beach person?" or "Are you a water person?" the more sardonic part of me wants to reply by informing them that the human body is about 60% water, so we are, in fact, all "water people", myself included — we literally cannot exist without it. Usually though, I respond by stating that, although I'm very fond of the ocean, for example, I'm only fond of it in the sense that I like knowing it's nearby. The thought is comforting somehow. But even though I quite like living close enough to the sea to look out at it, or breathe in the salt air, or listen to the waves lap at the shore at nights, I'm not really sure what to do with the ocean. I'm an animal of the inner city. I live amongst the power lines and alleyways and hole-in-the-wall cafes and bars; rooftop gardens and dirty gutters. I like looking for beauty in the decaying concrete jungle, and the only swimming I do seems to be in the mountains of work that pile up around me. Having said that, I'm also a traveler. If not by design then out of necessity. And looking back over my lomographs it's suddenly clear to me how much water I've crossed on my travels, and how much time I've spent on the sandy edges of continents — sipping cocktails while the sun goes down, or marvelling at bikini-clad beauties, or throwing frisbees, or spearing calamari. Once I had to drive speedboats for a children's tv show I was in. I wish I had some pictures of that... So what would I miss the most about water if it was suddenly and inexplicably taken away? That's an easy one: Life. And I don't mean existence — the two are different things. I don't just mean waking up in the morning, opening your eyes and breathing the air into your lungs — I mean living; diving headfirst into a crashing wave at Maroubra, feeling a bite on the end of your fishing line at Cape Leveque, watching the sun rise over Lake Michigan, cartwheeling down Huntington Beach. Water is life.
It was my friend eric lee final days in singapore and with that i loaded my 2 favorite film in my lca+ and snap away. His gone now but looking at the pictures i can easily remember the moments with him.
Till i see you again Eric lee
It was my friend eric lee final days in singapore and with that i loaded my 2 favorite film in my lca+ and snap away. His gone now but looking at the pictures i can easily remember the moments with him.
Till i see you again Eric lee
frauspatzi tarafından 2010-08-10 tarihinde paylaşıldı
i made two mistakes:
...first i left the lubitel in B-Mode and took the first picture.
...then i forgot to transport the film to the new frame and took the next picture...wääääähhhh....
...Now, it is my favorite picture;-)
i tried to be very carefull with this film to get good results but i still getting this red stripes i dont know why, idk if its my camera or if its the lab or the film ....
i tried to be very carefull with this film to get good results but i still getting this red stripes i dont know why, idk if its my camera or if its the lab or the film ....
joseman tarafından 2012-02-23 tarihinde paylaşıldı
Photos of my short vacations to the beach. Mancora is 970km away from Lima. We drove all night to get there but we had a great time. Great hotel, beautiful beach and a gorgeous blue sky. I'm not used to see those colors in Lima.
i tried to be very carefull with this film to get good results but i still getting this red stripes i dont know why, idk if its my camera or if its the lab or the film ....
hervinsyah tarafından 2011-09-22 tarihinde paylaşıldı
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SK8_c3KNt8c Traditional Sundanese martial art called Pencak Silat, the mix between fight move and traditional Sundanese music mostly with rhythm instrument named kendang @ Car Free Day, Geulis Boutique Hotel, jalan (street/road) Dago, Bandung, Indonesia, December 5th, 2010
hervinsyah tarafından 2011-11-08 tarihinde paylaşıldı
Tiger sculpture on jalan Wastu Kantjana, Bandung, West Java, Indonesia, South East Asia, Earth 🌏 that was made by Nyoman Nuarta, Balinese sculpture artist, who lived in Setra Duta about hundred step from my home. Nyoman Nuarta who studied at the faculty of art Institut Teknologi Bandung are the same sculpturist who made Garuda Wisnu Kencana, the tallest sculpture in the world, which located in his hometown Bali
These were actually my first shots of Infrared, but I took the roll out and continued it later. These were without a tripod as well, so, sorry for the shakes.
russheath tarafından 2012-02-20 tarihinde paylaşıldı
Nikon FG, an old ranch, and some VERY overexposed tungsten slide film . . . I guess that little exposure compensation knob on the FG actually does something.
The Yashica T4 headed off to prison that cold, but sunny and clear, Monday morning. Its last words before it headed into the big house were "I love you X Tungsten, don't forget me while I'm gone..."
