Frost Apostraphe

It's a marvel to me that a tiny toy camera can take these pictures. The Diana Mini shoots 35 mm film and will take either square pictures or half-frame pictures. The bottom comes off when you load the film as if it's a little Leica. It weighs nothing. It's smaller than one of those disposable point and shoots. It was a gift from Elaine. Here are the pictures I took with it right after I received it.



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Here's Rob Nakai, BFF to the stars.

Love you, Rob.

I have not been inside Blackbird for a cold minute, but the other day I went in because that's where my show's gonna be in a few months and I needed to get an idea of how many pieces I need.

Chelsea and I started talking and it turns out she is into printmaking, which seems really neat.



Lindsay took me to Farina the other day, where I'd never been before. It doesn't really seem like it's in Albuquerque.

Some day, I'm going to convince my dad that he will never actually rebuild this car and that it must be moved. Three cars in any back yard is both trashy and funny to me. I wish it were more like this today, blue and clear. Instead it's on the verge of snow just grey and nothing. And cold, too cold. I must go for a run but damnation, when it looks so grey, my body doesn't want it and my head doesn't either.



In other news, I went to Blackbird's holiday party. Carly rockstarred some candy canes out of thin air, a process that involves a lightbulb like this one.

Unrelated: this guy made a pinhole camera... out of his mouth. I wanna try it. I think that's rad.



( Wanna know how to make candy canes? Plus, ramble on social anxiety. )

Annie's prints came in the mail yesterday. Damn but that metallic paper looks so good on high key black and whites. There are plenty of situations where metallic doesn't cut it- this photo shoot wasn't one of them, however.

And speaking of pictures taken against my brick wall, here's one of Nik.



It's funny how the raw file isn't nearly so gloomy; I injected all that based on my own mental reflections. And they say photography is objective.

Nik's visiting from Seattle. Some people (read: Jaclyn) may remember him for dating Kendra for two weeks. He went on to get married and now he's going on to get divorced. I've been thinking about him the past few days, wondering about this divorce situation, wondering why people get married and how it only takes one person to fuck it up beyond all repair.

Anyway. We chilled yesterday, it was nice to talk again. He went with me to the camera store while I tried to determine what is wrong with my D80. We drank hot mochas and talked about the olden days when we both worked at Relay and were always getting into hijinks of one sort or another. It was good to get another friend back, and if I can find a cheap ticket I think I might go visit in Seattle- if only to see that NEATO public library they have.

Ah, Blackbird.

Out at night, swimming in the air. Liza smokes a cigarette and other stuff happens and I no longer have to ask her permission to take her picture, I have an all-the-time pass to do so.
These are darker than I usually do, but whatever. You felt like knowing what it's like, right? This is what it's like to have three gin and club sodas, to sit with people you know and do things you always do and be happy about it.





( How )

Why is my camera suddenly metering about as proficiently as an alcoholic zombie?

Lindsay and I saw this guy sitting outside of Blackbird while I was trying to find things to shoot because I haven't taken a decent picture in oh about a million years.

Anyhow, I'm proud of this shot because I completely overshot it, blew almost everything, and then "rescued" it. Also, I hate to crop my pictures for some reason but I cropped this one anyhow. And not in a square! In some other shape!