Holga lens.
If someone had asked me what it was last year, I most likely would have responded: Wasn't that what the space shuttle Endeavor repaired in 1994?
I now know better. Because I am a faithful reader of Billieblog.
Billie blogs on many topics. But photography is her passion. And she knows her stuff.
I now know that a Holga camera has a simple lens that can add unusual clarity or distortions to an exposure. Many photographers, with an artistic bent, adore the results.
As you know, my camera is dead. It is not a Holga. But Holga images are dancing in my head for two reasons.
First, Billie returned to Mexico after a four-month sojourn in Houston. We are pleased to see her (and Ned) back.
Second, I discovered I do have a camera. With a Holgaish lens.
Before my brother left in May, he insisted that I use one of his sophisticated cellular telephones. My mobiles have always been very vanilla. Looking through the manual the other day, I discovered it also has a camera.
After several false starts, I got this shot of Jiggs, who had snuck away to be left on his own. You can see that he is pleased to see neither me nor the camera.
But I rather like the look of this lens. It is almost as if Matthew Brady showed up in our era -- and was not quite certain how to use the technology.
This may end up being my emergency camera until I can buy the Panasonic.
It seems that everything works out in Mexico -- given enough time and patience.
If someone had asked me what it was last year, I most likely would have responded: Wasn't that what the space shuttle Endeavor repaired in 1994?
I now know better. Because I am a faithful reader of Billieblog.
Billie blogs on many topics. But photography is her passion. And she knows her stuff.
I now know that a Holga camera has a simple lens that can add unusual clarity or distortions to an exposure. Many photographers, with an artistic bent, adore the results.
As you know, my camera is dead. It is not a Holga. But Holga images are dancing in my head for two reasons.
First, Billie returned to Mexico after a four-month sojourn in Houston. We are pleased to see her (and Ned) back.
Second, I discovered I do have a camera. With a Holgaish lens.
Before my brother left in May, he insisted that I use one of his sophisticated cellular telephones. My mobiles have always been very vanilla. Looking through the manual the other day, I discovered it also has a camera.
After several false starts, I got this shot of Jiggs, who had snuck away to be left on his own. You can see that he is pleased to see neither me nor the camera.
But I rather like the look of this lens. It is almost as if Matthew Brady showed up in our era -- and was not quite certain how to use the technology.
This may end up being my emergency camera until I can buy the Panasonic.
It seems that everything works out in Mexico -- given enough time and patience.
