I spent most of today on Route 66, shooting photos for a freelance assignment. My primary mission was to take the Rebel to the Coleman Theatre Beautiful and get some shots of the interior, but while I was on the road, I did some advance work on a project that involves coaxing the best possible shots out of the worst possible cameras. I’d done a little work on that yesterday between Chandler and Tulsa, and I’ll be doing more between Warwick and Texola in a couple of weeks.
I must have been a sight. In an effort to show how a truly awful camera can get a pretty decent shot, I used my cell phone camera (1.3 megapixels); a disposable Fuji film camera; the Holga; the Diana; and a 35mm screaming pink plastic “Disney Princess” camera to take pictures of random things along 66. Imagine me standing by the side of the road, juggling umpteen cameras, each one more ridiculous than the last, while people drive past and give me funny looks. I am such a dork.
I came home to a rather auspicious sight: Ron had picked up my most recent batch of Holga shots from Apertures, and lo and behold, every shot on the roll was usable. I have never pulled that off before with any camera. Here’s one of the images:
That’s my friend Greg. One bright Sunday morning last fall, I found him in our church parking lot, rockin’ the Elvis shades and looking like a refugee from 1978. Fortunately, Greg is an artist, so he understood why I needed to take his picture with the worst camera ever manufactured. You can see one of the Holga’s infamous light leaks in the upper right-hand corner, but I think it only adds to the retro-snapshot-from-somebody’s-vacation-album effect.
Greg is a cool guy. He will probably be extremely famous some day. When he is, I will let him use this picture for publicity purposes. 🙂
I had some more fab shots on that roll, but I am too lazy to scan them right now. I’m excited to see what I got with the Diana today. I’ll have to finish the roll and get it processed next week.