roll from the Golden Half

The girl working the photo counter at Walgreen’s was confused by this camera, she called me a couple hours after I dropped it off and asked me if it was supposed to put two images on each photo. She asked me if it was a Lomography camera though, so she obviously knows something about cameras and film.

Marksville

Fort deRussy Cemetery

Marksville

Big Bend

497774-R1-04-16

Like me on Facebook!

Advertisements

golden half: various stuff

I’m really behind on my photo uploading. The CD drive on the ‘rents computer has been balky for months, and it just flat died several weeks ago. Yesterday Phil took the tower into Best Buy and they were like “Nope”, but they sold him an external drive that I had connected and running in about 2 minutes.

Hey! If we have a reliable CD drive, that means I can get a flatbed scanner!! I didn’t want to before because I wasn’t sure I’d be able to install the software.

Some of these were shot at the Washington Schoolhouse Antiques Mall, some in Henry, and some at the Church of the Nativity and the old sugar mill in Rosedale during the April meetup of Lomographers of Acadiana.

junk, yay! captured with the golden half

I have now lived in Louisiana long enough to attend both the spring and fall outside sales at the Old Schoolhouse Antiques Mall in Washington, LA. I love taking photos of all the gorgeous old junk*. It has such great texture.

And I don’t know why, but the awesome little Golden Half is a great camera for this locale. Something about junk really lends itself to the diptych. Either both images sort of go together (tarnished silver flatware and rusted metal headboards) or they don’t go together at all (old dolls and bottles); either way it’s a charming format. And I love the random spots of not-quite-in-focus you get with this camera.

*”Junk” is here used affectionately.

some more shots from the most recent golden half roll

This is an abandoned house right outside of the town’s corporated limits on LA-330. It was trashed in Hurricane Rita and the owners never came back. The door isn’t even closed, it was flapping open while I was there. I didn’t go inside though, because there’s probably snakes and possums and god knows what all living in there now.

In other photography news, I think I’m going to shoot a roll in my Holga this weekend. I haven’t used it since last summer, because the little bit of foam that holds down the negatives came loose. That’s not a disaster or anything, it happens all the time with Holgas and most Lomographers just shove a bit of folded cardboard behind the roll when that happens. I’ve just been too lazy to get around to it.

golden half, old schoolhouse antiques mall (and a couple miscellaneous)

I had like 5 cameras going all at once, and I finished them pretty much at the same time, so expect lots of photo entries this week.

I like this one because it’s like real flowers on one side, abstract flowers on the other. Part of the fun of the Golden Half is finding images that connect when you put them next to each other.

You know you’re living in the tropics (or near to them) when nurseries sell plants that have hot pink leaves the size of dinner plates.

I like all the texture in this one. There was some guy staring creepily through the window on the right, but I mostly obliterated him with the clone feature. Which I know, is kind of cheating, but seriously: he was totally creeping. UGH.

Gueydan is “The Duck Capital of the World”. They have a Duck Festival, but it’s the last week in August. NO THANKS.

One day I hope to own a giant horned animal skull of some sort.

Clabber is unpasteurized sour milk. Why the fuck anyone in their right mind would eat that — let alone name a line of baking products after it — is beyond me. Clabber Girl is still around — there’s a container of Clabber Girl corn starch in the pantry downstairs.

I had the first roll from my Blackbird Fly developed yesterday, and there’s some really good stuff on it (including a photo I took of my grandmother on Mother’s Day that is one of the best candid portraits I’ve ever taken). But the ninnies at Walgreen’s “forgot” to make my CD, although they didn’t forget to charge me for it. And the girl who was working the photo counter when I went back apparently doesn’t know her ass from a hole in the ground. I’m supposed to go back today and get it, when the one employee who knows how to feed a strip of negatives into a machine and press a button will be working.

I also sent off my expired film from the Brownie Hawkeye — the mystery roll that was already in the camera, and the expired in 1968 roll that I shot — yesterday. I really, really hope that Dwayne’s doesn’t give me any “We don’t process 620” guff. It’s the exact same film as 120! It’s just wrapped around a different sized spool!! I also pray they don’t ignore my special instruction to send the spools back — I’ll need them if I ever want to use my Brownie Hawkeye or my Kodak Duaflex again.

the golden half in acadiana, including many cemeteries

I just like photographing in cemeteries. They’re quiet and pretty and the subjects tend to stay still.

I like the Golden Half more every time I get a roll back. The fixed focus gives you charming spots of blurriness, a soft focus you don’t often get in 35mm cameras.

Some of these were cropped for tighter focus, a complicated process involving cropping each half apart, cropping them both seperately, then sticking them back together. You can tell where that was done because when I put them back together I didn’t bother with the thick black line that seperates each half. Usually this was done for aesthetics — to omit excessive blank foreground, for the most part — but I must admit that in a couple of places it was done to crop out my finger. It’s totes embarassing to admit that still happens. In my defense, the Golden Half is a teeny weeny camera with an unusually wide lens — meaning it’s quite flush with the body of the camera.

In other photography-related news, I really need to get my own scanner. The first time I sent a roll from the Golden Half to Dwayne’s Photos, they seperated each half into a single image, which I did NOT want done. So now I send it with instructions, and they manage to keep the two halves together, but they take it TOO far: they don’t even physically cut the negatives and send me back the roll enclosed in a section of cardboard tube. *facepalm*

I sent this last roll off with a roll of slide film that I shot in the 35mm back for my Diana F+ with no mask, so the image covers the entire surface of the negative, including the sprocket holes, like this. (Not my photograph.) The idea is that the holes and even the printing on the edges of the film become part of the photo. I asked them to a) cross process it, which they’ve done before, and b) if possible, scan it with the medium format holder so the entire image would show.

Well, I guess that’s not possible (too labor intensive is my guess, as a friend tells me you have to tape the negatives down when you do that), so they sent it back not even developed. Which really annoys me, because I specifcally said if possible. Since it wasn’t, they should have called or emailed me. I would have told them to just print and scan as usual, at least then I’d have something to work with.

To make matters worse, there are a couple of negatives from the Golden Half that they printed, but didn’t scan. And one of them was probably the coolest image on the roll: I went to Intracoastal City a couple weeks ago, where there are a lot of dry docks and breaker’s yards. And I took a photo of a bunch of shrimp boats crowded together in dock, so close their masts were practically touching; and one of a boat that had been pulled onto land and was listing to one side. Maybe that’s a common sight around there, but to me it was profoundly unsettling. It was like that scene in Close Encounters of the Third Kind, when Bob Balaban and Francois Truffaut find all those ships in the desert. And they didn’t scan it! I have the print, but it’s overexposed. If it was scanned, no problem, I’d just kick the exposure down a couple notches. Assholes.

I always had good customer service from them before, I don’t know what’s happened to that company. I’m starting to think that I should just take all 35mm to the damn drugstore, because at least if they fuck up it’s only a 5-minute drive away. And the fact that they don’t really know photography might be an advantage, because it would never occur to them to make changes (ie. cutting images in half) that I didn’t ask for.

But if I ever want to do sprocket hole photography, I’m going to have to scan it myself. And if I buy a scanner, I might as well scan everything myself. At least that way I won’t have to deal with other people “helpfully” color correcting or cropping my stuff.