Brownstone Brooklyn (plus one of Manhattan) through a lens. My first test roll courtesy my charmingly dated Yashica-A. Is it just me, or does there seem to be a clarity and depth of color that’s lacking from the usual digital JPEGs?
Until we hear different, it’s Jersey’s problem.
(I’m only allowed to make light of this because this brush fire in New Jersey hasn’t caused any damage or injury yet. Except to the grass around the Meadowlands, of course.)
Another pair from the archives: skyscrapers of a different sort than I’m used to, in Zion. On my epic 2009 roadtrip I was lucky enough to see a rare ephemeral waterfall, two thousand feet of cascade so powerful that it exhausts itself just a couple of hours after the wall of rain stops, leaving behind only the curtains of green moss and wildflowers that cling to the crevices in the cliffs.
Very high on the bucket list: Patagonia represents the other end of Earth, to me. Another beautiful photoset courtesy National Geographic Traveler.
time machine
Today I find myself in possession of this fine-looking 1960s-era Yashica-A, the first twin-lens reflex camera I’ve ever held.
What a gorgeous piece of junk this thing is. Looking forward to taking it for a stroll on a sunny spring day and seeing how it holds up to my even junkier Holga.
