It's a nice feeling to have completely given myself over to the dark side — to have wholly accepted my fate as one of those film photographers, shooting on silver and not being able to show people the photo I just took. Here's some more of life.
Also, I should get my M7 back this week and be able to shoot some 35mm focal length again. I feel like I'm stuck in a certain mode with the 50mm! The Leica M is sold! Goooone.
Got my picture taken.
Hi mum.
Smile.
Up in Maryborough.
Doggo.
The Mary River.
I thought this was all on Kodak Portra 400 and when I pulled out the roll, I realised I’d been shooting Tri-X.
Film stuff.
That house near Bowen Hills Station.
If you look close enough, you’ll see a face =O
Rare lighting magic.
My mini New York.
Self-printed “Polaroids”.
Carolina doing make up before our final acting class.
Lines.
More lines.
Simon’s Leica CL with Avenon 28mm F3.5.
Two bins befriend a fallen chair.
My face.
Jeremy’s face.
Simon’s face.
Sick tricycle!
Graffiti on Kodak TRI-X looks so goooood.
The legendary Canon A-1.
That GBB.
I used to catch that train years ago in another life.
Little truck in big city.
Security!
Really?
Light and lines.
Corporate Overlords, the 48th season.
Buildin’ stuff.
Let me see you do it, then.
I’m really feeling claustrophobic with this lens.
Take a pickcha.
Romain, a French Amnesty International worker.
Musicians!
Graphic designography.
Barrels..
Fortitude Valley trains.
Your car has sprouted.
I like this picture.
FOG!
Ahh yeah, those corporate overlords at it again.
Trains racing each other.
Greg “Elvis” Dower.
Untitled Trolley.
A tale of a lonely bin.
I wish I played.
Best florist.