This Summer Laura and I did some photographical work for a friend Laura had met the previous Summer in Seattle at a street market. The project this friend was undertaking is a boutique-ish line of natural and fair-trade wool clothing made in Uruguay. The project, called El Origin Wool, has features many beautiful ideas as well as fashion, even though I myself don’t care that much for fashion itself. Friend of the project, Annie Costner, was all kinds of fun to work with and I was very happy to do some film photography for the shoot. Most of the highlights of which were posted by Laura at our collaborative website, Drt & Ink, and the digitals along with a great writeup about El Origin have been posted on Laura’s blog. (Recognize the scooter in those shots? Thats my Kermit..)
Canon AE-1 35mm
Kodak Portra 400nc
Laura and I hooked up with Tom Lehman & Co. for some outdoor enjoyment in early August when she was visiting from Nashville for a few weeks. We’d wanted to do some camping while she was here and I was finally able to simply take a day off work to accomplish the necessary freedom of time to spend some of it in the wilderness.
The afore-mentioned Tom happened to be camping that same weekend and invited us to enjoy with his crew what is quite possibly the most amazing camping spot I’ve ever seen. The view of the Hood River valley and Mt. Hood itself was amazing, and enjoying the weekend with friends and especially with Laura was perfect.
I found an old gentleman here in Portland via Craigslist who has been collecting old film cameras, particularly 60’s and 70’s and 80’s era Canon and Nikon 35mms, for what seems to be a half a century. In his own words, he’s thinning out his inventory, which in effect is a ridiculous number of cameras, because my midday visit to his “warehouse” left me speechless at the hundreds of cameras he has on tables, couches, in boxes, and in hidden places in order to keep himself from being tempted to sell everything.
My void of words was well filled by Harold’s over abundance of words, and I enjoyed an extended lunch break packed as full as it could get with every bit of information that exists on the topic of the era and style of cameras I was there to inquire about. Harold seems to know more about the brands and technology and intricacies of these cameras than the whole Internet.
I’m in the market lately for the father of professional Canon SLRs, so I’m looking for the right Canon F-1 to join my family, though I’m also open to the idea of the iconic Nikon F or the less-vintage Canon F-1n or EF. Too many options, and in reality, Harold didn’t make my search any easier because my visit to his home today put them all at my fingertips. I’ll figure it out soon enough, however. Enjoy this eyecandy:
With husky-haughty lips, O sea!
Where day and night I wend thy surf-beat shore,
Imaging to my sense thy varied strange suggestions,
(I see and plainly list thy talk and conference here,)
Thy troops of white-maned racers racing to the goal,
Thy ample, smiling face, dash’d with the sparkling dimples of the sun,
Thy brooding scowl and murk–thy unloos’d hurricanes,
Thy unsubduedness, caprices, wilfulness;
Great as thou art above the rest, thy many tears–a lack from all
eternity in thy content,
(Naught but the greatest struggles, wrongs, defeats, could make thee
greatest–no less could make thee,)
Thy lonely state–something thou ever seek’st and seek’st, yet
Surely some right withheld–some voice, in huge monotonous rage, of
Some vast heart, like a planet’s, chain’d and chafing in those breakers,
By lengthen’d swell, and spasm, and panting breath,
And rhythmic rasping of thy sands and waves,
And serpent hiss, and savage peals of laughter,
And undertones of distant lion roar,
(Sounding, appealing to the sky’s deaf ear–but now, rapport for once,
A phantom in the night thy confidant for once,)
The first and last confession of the globe,
Outsurging, muttering from thy soul’s abysms,
The tale of cosmic elemental passion,
Thou tellest to a kindred soul.
– Walt Whitman
Kodak Portra 400nc