Photo
Roxy Repeat on Flickr.Night shot in Nashville, Tenn.
Polaroid SX-70
Impossible Project Cyanograph film

Roxy Repeat on Flickr.

Night shot in Nashville, Tenn.
Polaroid SX-70
Impossible Project Cyanograph film

Photo
Some Time After Midnight on Flickr.Nashville, Tenn.
Polaroid SX-70
Impossible Project Cyanograph film

Some Time After Midnight on Flickr.

Nashville, Tenn.
Polaroid SX-70
Impossible Project Cyanograph film

Photo
Under Over on Flickr.Queensboro Bridge from Roosevelt Island Tram
New York City
Polaroid 360, Fuji FP-3000B

Under Over on Flickr.

Queensboro Bridge from Roosevelt Island Tram
New York City
Polaroid 360, Fuji FP-3000B

Photo
Power Bridge on Flickr.Double exposure, Roosevelt Island, New York City
Polaroid 360
Fujifilm FP-3000B

Power Bridge on Flickr.

Double exposure, Roosevelt Island, New York City
Polaroid 360
Fujifilm FP-3000B

Photo
Making an SX-70 Cry on Flickr.What happens when you try to shoot Impossible Cyanograph film with an SX-70 that’s been in a backpack at sub-freezing temperatures for several hours? Well, in my case, this…
I tossed the SX-70 into my backpack before heading out to explore Manhattan this past weekend. It was about 20 degrees outside. That didn’t matter, the excitement of exploration warms better than any fire.
Riding the Roosevelt Island Tram I pulled out SX to snap a couple of images (I even prepped myself for the shock of shoving damn cold developing images into the balmy warmth of my armpit). I pressed the button for the first image, a shot of the Manhattan skyline in full daylight, and then waited…and waited…and waited. Finally, since nothing happened after 30 seconds, I assumed I had a bad film battery. As I relaxed and moved a frame rolled out of the camera (image on the left). I shrugged my shoulders and tried another, this time the inside of the tram. I waited again (but not as patiently). Again, after nearly 30 seconds, the camera spat out an image.
I cursed under my breath, “damn stupid camera.”
The camera spoke. 
I was shocked since I’d never heard my SX (or any camera, for that matter) speak. Its voice was high-pitched and androgynous. There was a soft, lilting quality. I quite liked it. 
“Why?” it asked.
“Why, what?” I responded. I noticed the other tram riders shift away from me slightly.
“Why have you brought me to this frozen hell? Why do you expect me to work under these brutal conditions? Why do you hate me?”
“This isn’t hell, silly. This is New York City. It’s winter.” More shifting by the other passengers, I felt the tram tilt slightly as nearly everyone moved to the opposite end from me.
“My point,” SX replied. Its voice rose an octave. “My point exactly! I’m supposed to be on a beach in Miami photographing models, or in the back alleys of a Mediterranean village chasing shadows, or in L.A. creating edgy headshots, or … you get the point.” 
The voice quivered. “New York in spring. New York in fall. New York when it’s not hot or cold and only if it’s not raining! Get it, pinhole jerk. I’m not one of your dumb boxes. I’m too smart to deal with this crap.”
There was a pause and then it sobbed out, “I’M BEAUTIFUL, DAMN IT, TREAT ME THAT WAY!!!”
My tears of responsive remorse froze on my cheeks. 
“I didn’t realize. Oh, I’ve mistreated you. You don’t deserve me. You deserve better,” I cried.
Removing my scarf, I tenderly wrapped up SX—it’s shudders visible through the material—and placed it back into my bag. 
“I’m so sorry,” I whispered. “I love you. Please forgive me.”
The tram stopped as I closed the zipper and I watched as the other riders rushed out the open doors.

Making an SX-70 Cry on Flickr.

What happens when you try to shoot Impossible Cyanograph film with an SX-70 that’s been in a backpack at sub-freezing temperatures for several hours? Well, in my case, this…

I tossed the SX-70 into my backpack before heading out to explore Manhattan this past weekend. It was about 20 degrees outside. That didn’t matter, the excitement of exploration warms better than any fire.

Riding the Roosevelt Island Tram I pulled out SX to snap a couple of images (I even prepped myself for the shock of shoving damn cold developing images into the balmy warmth of my armpit). I pressed the button for the first image, a shot of the Manhattan skyline in full daylight, and then waited…and waited…and waited. Finally, since nothing happened after 30 seconds, I assumed I had a bad film battery. As I relaxed and moved a frame rolled out of the camera (image on the left). I shrugged my shoulders and tried another, this time the inside of the tram. I waited again (but not as patiently). Again, after nearly 30 seconds, the camera spat out an image.

I cursed under my breath, “damn stupid camera.”

The camera spoke.

I was shocked since I’d never heard my SX (or any camera, for that matter) speak. Its voice was high-pitched and androgynous. There was a soft, lilting quality. I quite liked it.

“Why?” it asked.

“Why, what?” I responded. I noticed the other tram riders shift away from me slightly.

“Why have you brought me to this frozen hell? Why do you expect me to work under these brutal conditions? Why do you hate me?”

“This isn’t hell, silly. This is New York City. It’s winter.” More shifting by the other passengers, I felt the tram tilt slightly as nearly everyone moved to the opposite end from me.

“My point,” SX replied. Its voice rose an octave. “My point exactly! I’m supposed to be on a beach in Miami photographing models, or in the back alleys of a Mediterranean village chasing shadows, or in L.A. creating edgy headshots, or … you get the point.”

The voice quivered. “New York in spring. New York in fall. New York when it’s not hot or cold and only if it’s not raining! Get it, pinhole jerk. I’m not one of your dumb boxes. I’m too smart to deal with this crap.”

There was a pause and then it sobbed out, “I’M BEAUTIFUL, DAMN IT, TREAT ME THAT WAY!!!”

My tears of responsive remorse froze on my cheeks.

“I didn’t realize. Oh, I’ve mistreated you. You don’t deserve me. You deserve better,” I cried.

Removing my scarf, I tenderly wrapped up SX—it’s shudders visible through the material—and placed it back into my bag.

“I’m so sorry,” I whispered. “I love you. Please forgive me.”

The tram stopped as I closed the zipper and I watched as the other riders rushed out the open doors.

Photo
Everywhere There Are Reminders on Flickr.Brooklyn, New York
SX-70
Impossible Project Cyanograph

Everywhere There Are Reminders on Flickr.

Brooklyn, New York
SX-70
Impossible Project Cyanograph

Photo
Salvageable on Flickr.Because of tightness, I had issues pulling a few photos from the camera. I ended up having to open the back to pull out damaged films. I’m not sure why this one turned out blurry…it was the next photo after opening and clearing out the pack.

Salvageable on Flickr.

Because of tightness, I had issues pulling a few photos from the camera. I ended up having to open the back to pull out damaged films. I’m not sure why this one turned out blurry…it was the next photo after opening and clearing out the pack.

Photo
Bridges on Flickr.The film kept jamming in the camera. I opened the back and cleared it out. I lost several images this way. I manged to get two more photos from the pack. One was a total mess of blur. This one, which I cropped slightly, was the last one in the pack. It pulled just fine but I’m guessing it was damaged when I cleared out the others. Still, I liked the result even though it wasn’t what I shot. Happy accident happen.

Bridges on Flickr.

The film kept jamming in the camera. I opened the back and cleared it out. I lost several images this way. I manged to get two more photos from the pack. One was a total mess of blur. This one, which I cropped slightly, was the last one in the pack. It pulled just fine but I’m guessing it was damaged when I cleared out the others. Still, I liked the result even though it wasn’t what I shot. Happy accident happen.

Photo
Using Failure To Find Success 03 on Flickr.Nashville, Tenn.
Polaroid 360 camera
Fujifilm FP-3000B
So there is this tree near the house that is lit by a 5 million bazillion watt light. I’m convinced it will make a good shot. I’m just not certain how to capture it. 
I’m not certain why, but something about this images makes me think about “The Jeffersons,” the 70’s sitcom. This attempt was taken pre-dawn. I could barely see the building behind the tree, and yet it shows up bright as day in the image. The film was damaged as a pulled it from the camera. I ended up losing more than half of the films from this pack because the camera kept jamming. I found out that’s somewhat common with Fuji packs in Polaroid cameras :(
But this is closer to what I want for this image. Maybe I’m closer to success than I realize.

Using Failure To Find Success 03 on Flickr.

Nashville, Tenn.
Polaroid 360 camera
Fujifilm FP-3000B

So there is this tree near the house that is lit by a 5 million bazillion watt light. I’m convinced it will make a good shot. I’m just not certain how to capture it.

I’m not certain why, but something about this images makes me think about “The Jeffersons,” the 70’s sitcom. This attempt was taken pre-dawn. I could barely see the building behind the tree, and yet it shows up bright as day in the image. The film was damaged as a pulled it from the camera. I ended up losing more than half of the films from this pack because the camera kept jamming. I found out that’s somewhat common with Fuji packs in Polaroid cameras :(

But this is closer to what I want for this image. Maybe I’m closer to success than I realize.

Photo
Using Failure To Find Success 01 on Flickr.Nashville, Tenn.
Polaroid 250 camera, long-expired Polaroid 669 film
So there is this tree near the house that is lit by a 5 million bazillion watt light. I’m convinced it will make a good shot. I’m just not certain how to capture it. 
This attempt was a double. I thought the chaos of the branches coupled with a neatly folded stack of white tee shirts (order) would create a nice juxtaposition. The problem is that the chaos overwhelms the order (maybe that’s the statement since everything ends in chaos, right?). Regardless, it didn’t blow my skirt up. 
Iterative cycles…onward.

Using Failure To Find Success 01 on Flickr.

Nashville, Tenn.
Polaroid 250 camera, long-expired Polaroid 669 film

So there is this tree near the house that is lit by a 5 million bazillion watt light. I’m convinced it will make a good shot. I’m just not certain how to capture it.

This attempt was a double. I thought the chaos of the branches coupled with a neatly folded stack of white tee shirts (order) would create a nice juxtaposition. The problem is that the chaos overwhelms the order (maybe that’s the statement since everything ends in chaos, right?). Regardless, it didn’t blow my skirt up.
Iterative cycles…onward.

Photo
Puny Gods on Flickr.Mamiya 645 Pro TL
Mamiya 70mm f2.8 Sekor C, f/2.8, 1/250th
Fuji FP-100c

Puny Gods on Flickr.

Mamiya 645 Pro TL
Mamiya 70mm f2.8 Sekor C, f/2.8, 1/250th
Fuji FP-100c

Photo
Morning Love on Flickr.Polaroid 250 with Polaroid 669 film

Morning Love on Flickr.

Polaroid 250 with Polaroid 669 film

Photo
Watch Your Step on Flickr.Nashville, Tenn.
Polaroid 250 with expired 669 film

Watch Your Step on Flickr.

Nashville, Tenn.
Polaroid 250 with expired 669 film

Photo
Wait on Flickr.Nashville, Tenn.
Polaroid 250 with expired 669 film

Wait on Flickr.

Nashville, Tenn.
Polaroid 250 with expired 669 film

Photo
Living Her Young Years on Flickr.Nashville, Tenn.
Polaroid 250 with expired 669 film
London Grammar’s “Wasting My Young Years” is evocative. The singer’s voice and aching lyrics would have attracted me anyway, but the video is mind blowing in its simultaneous complexity and simplicity. The images from the video, dancers in mid-jump/fall captured using hundreds of film-based pinhole cameras, move me deeply. The ingenuity required to pull this off is phenomenally inspiring. I watch the video at least once a week as a way to prime my creative juices. 
This image was shot using a Polaroid 250, not a pinhole camera, but I think it comes close to capturing the emotion I feel watching the  “Wasting My Young Years”.Watch the video And how it was made

Living Her Young Years on Flickr.

Nashville, Tenn.
Polaroid 250 with expired 669 film

London Grammar’s “Wasting My Young Years” is evocative. The singer’s voice and aching lyrics would have attracted me anyway, but the video is mind blowing in its simultaneous complexity and simplicity. The images from the video, dancers in mid-jump/fall captured using hundreds of film-based pinhole cameras, move me deeply. The ingenuity required to pull this off is phenomenally inspiring. I watch the video at least once a week as a way to prime my creative juices.
This image was shot using a Polaroid 250, not a pinhole camera, but I think it comes close to capturing the emotion I feel watching the “Wasting My Young Years”.

Watch the video
And how it was made