So the camera was sent to New Jersey, a continent away. Hopefully, repairs will not be so expensive as certainly as they are necessary. I like to think of this as possibly a push to return to…film and wonderful manual cameras. I’ve missed my twin lens from the 1950′s. It’s heavy in the hands with a bright, big viewfinder that neatly displays focus. Film, too, fulfills a necessary visceral experience in the image creating act. Even the grain has a depth, smoothness, and richness that digital just doesn’t seem to get.
As promised, images from the past. Near the Crooked River, Oregon. Felt lucky to have such a beautiful day and weather.




