Anyone who’s dealt with a Holga will find it not at all surprising that out of the entire roll of film I shot the other day on Route 66 here in Tulsa, this turned out to be the best shot:
I don’t even know why I shot it. I was pretty sure I didn’t have any shots left, but I just saw it sitting there and figured I might as well try, since I had to advance the film either way. Somehow I just knew it was going to end up being the best thing on the roll, too. Three rolls in, and I am already learning to appreciate — and exploit — the Holga’s decidedly off-kilter world view.
She’s definitely coming along with me to Illinois this weekend. Maybe I’ll get lucky and that Agfa film Ron ordered for me will come in before I leave Friday. That’d be cool.
I swear, I’m gonna have to design my own camera bag just to accommodate all the equipment I’ve been accumulating lately. Heaven help us if I ever track down my old Magimatic….