In Love

Five years ago, I had in my hand a plastic camera with what looked like four lenses. I had no idea how to use it or that it was actually a real camera that would take real pictures. I had a problem loading the film, mostly because it had been some time since I last used film in a camera.

Five years later, a few cameras, and several rolls of film after, I am still in love with this. The wait for the film to get processed and scanned. Picking pictures I want to get printed. The surprise I get whenever I see the pictures. Every frame is different from the other. Every camera, no matter how identical, will produce a different shot, used by a different person.

a quickr pickr post

Do what makes you happy. It doesn’t matter what other people think. I get weirded out when I read people complaining about how lomography is going mainstream. How it “loses its thrill” when more people do it. How can you love something any less just because other people have discovered that it makes them happy, too?

I say, just shoot to your heart’s content. (: I know I will. Bye! The sun is shining and it’s time to take my babies out.