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Essas são as fotos do meu primeiro rolo com um filme vencido em 2006. A maioria das fotos foram perdidas por não usar o flash em condições internas ou nubladas, foram meus primeiros erros analógicos com point and shoot e espero que sejam os últimos.
Bones 35 film is made from radiographic plates, that is, the plates are cut, perforated and rewound. This process is practically handmade here in Brazil to reduce the high costs of analog photography and provide fun at all stages of the process. The film has 22 exposures and can be used between ISO 100 and 3200, without halo and without optical conduction. It can be developed with any black and white developer at an ambient temperature of 24° celsius, the photos I took were developed with a D76, were taken at ISO 400
Bones 35 film is made from radiographic plates, that is, the plates are cut, perforated and rewound. This process is practically handmade here in Brazil to reduce the high costs of analog photography and provide fun at all stages of the process. The film has 22 exposures and can be used between ISO 100 and 3200, without halo and without optical conduction. It can be developed with any black and white developer at an ambient temperature of 24° celsius, the photos I took were developed with a D76, were taken at ISO 400
Bones 35 film is made from radiographic plates, that is, the plates are cut, perforated and rewound. This process is practically handmade here in Brazil to reduce the high costs of analog photography and provide fun at all stages of the process. The film has 22 exposures and can be used between ISO 100 and 3200, without halo and without optical conduction. It can be developed with any black and white developer at an ambient temperature of 24° celsius, the photos I took were developed with a D76, were taken at ISO 400
Took in trip in January to see my son out in New Mexico. Spent some time in the high desert and in White Sands National Park. Great trip. Taken with Kodak Tri-X and developed in HC-110, Dilution H (my goofed version: 15.5 ml of syrup for 32 oz. of working solution) for 9 minutes in a stainless steel take (2 x 120 reels). The light leak is a result of me doing a crap job of loading the camera in blazing sun.
Biarritz and coast from Saint-Jean-de-Luz to Hendaye, february 2024, Nikon F801 and Lomo colour '92 #Biarritz #SaintJeandeLuz #Basquecountry #NikonF801 #Lomo92
Biarritz and coast from Saint-Jean-de-Luz to Hendaye, february 2024, Nikon F801 and Lomo colour '92 #Biarritz #SaintJeandeLuz #Basquecountry #NikonF801 #Lomo92
Welcome back home, where nothing has changed. The puddles on every street that you know like the fingers on your hand are still there just a bit deeper, the wood of the benches has soaked just a bit more rain and sweat from the last time you were here. Welcome back home where the death is more alive than the living. Welcome back home, the harvest is no good this year, the sun is violent; the horses went mad walking round in circles; the chickens got lazy and the cows are tired. Welcome back home, the ugly got uglier, your enemy hasn’t stopped hating you and the river is now dry like you’ve never seen it before. Welcome back home to all those children you’ve never seen, replacing your time and space here. Unfold the mess in your stomach, wear out your feet on the little rocks, greet the ghosts in the houses that you were afraid of, be rude with that neighbor you always hated but were too little to disrespect. You’re home now, child, oh home sweet home. I lost my grandpa in the winter of 2012; I was 14 years old at the time, this event led to the development of a big trauma for me. Death became my fear number one. It haunted me, the idea I can lose someone I love anytime was frustrating. 9 years later I overcame this issue and I realized the importance of living trauma-free. I came to Italy when I was 9 years old. My grandparents lived in Bulgaria, where I spent a lot of time during my childhood. The fear of losing again one of my family members made it almost mandatory to spend as much time as I could in Bulgaria. After the loss, my idea of home was wrecked. My grandmother had lost for the second time her husband, that was 10 years younger. She moved from Russia to Bulgaria for him. My grandpa used to be the silent type of guy, almost invisible, but after he was gone his absence felt bulky. We call my grandma “The iron woman” she never stopped going to work even now 9 years later, she’s like a little soldier waking up at 5 am to start the day. At the age of 76, she keeps managing her own second-hand clothing shop and the house. But home is no longer the same, the grass is high, the ceilings are full of spider web, the warming is broken, the animals are less. She calls it the lack of a man’s hand. It was only during the quarantine that I got passionate about photography, I had the opportunity to spend two months in Bulgaria, every summer that I can spend there while my grandma is healthy is a blessing for me. The village is 200km from the capital Sofia, Bulgaria used to be a Socialist country till 1990, unfortunately, with democracy the entire country crashed down and places like the one I come from never evolved much, but that’s what I love about it.
Sungazing is the dangerous act of looking directly into the sun during dawn and dusk. It is sometimes done as part of a spiritual or religious practice.
Sungazing is the dangerous act of looking directly into the sun during dawn and dusk. It is sometimes done as part of a spiritual or religious practice.
