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This is a doubles with myself. First layer is a full moon taken with a 500mm objective, a second layer is a farm house taken with a polar filter in a sunny day.
This is a doubles with myself. First layer is a full moon taken with a 500mm objective, a second layer is a farm house taken with a polar filter in a sunny day.
http://www.lomography.com/magazine/locations/2011/09/06/the-botanical-garden-in-berlin-dahlem | Home developed and expired hybrid processed film. Film expired 29 years ago (01/1983)! Exposed with ISO 50. More about HPro2: http://www.lomography.com/magazine/tipster/2011/02/01/handmade-hybrid-processing-hpro
encouraged by the results of the previous roll and by the fact that the fog is still there, I loaded my Minolta 24 Rapid again with the Solaris 100, I decided to use an aperture to f8 and an exposure time of 10 seconds (approx.) obviously with this setting it's impossible to think to take sharp images by free hands so I used a tripod.
I felt like I knew her now, at least as well as one could. She was sensitive yet easy to be with, not the fickle, high maintenance girl I'd imagined. She always forgave my clumsiness. I understood that she had others, she gave her love so freely, so innocently, that I couldn't be jealous. I was happy to visit them and try and catch a glimpse of her. After all I knew, somewhere in the back of my mind, that she was as transient as life itself, and when she was gone, she would be gone forever.
As the weeks went by, my love for her became an obsession, as is the nature of unrequited love. I spent every penny I had on her, trying to delay the inevitable. I had always naively believed that money couldn’t buy love and it hurt me to admit that, had I been richer she would stay with me longer. But there would come a time when even money couldn’t buy her, like a flame that burned too bright she couldn’t last. So I became an amateur meteorologist, studying the horizon like an anxious parent watching their child take their first, faltering steps, looking for cloud formations and changes in the wind, trying desperately to make the most of our time together. But the happiness I felt in her presence was now tinged with sadness as I could feel her slipping away.
As the weeks went by, my love for her became an obsession, as is the nature of unrequited love. I spent every penny I had on her, trying to delay the inevitable. I had always naively believed that money couldn’t buy love and it hurt me to admit that, had I been richer she would stay with me longer. But there would come a time when even money couldn’t buy her, like a flame that burned too bright she couldn’t last. So I became an amateur meteorologist, studying the horizon like an anxious parent watching their child take their first, faltering steps, looking for cloud formations and changes in the wind, trying desperately to make the most of our time together. But the happiness I felt in her presence was now tinged with sadness as I could feel her slipping away.
NO PHOTOSHOP - double exposed Kodak EIR (color infrared) Aerochrome film (E6 process) in a Holga 120 N camera with a Tiffen Red 25 filter - POTD 11/22/2010 - Thank you everyone for your likes and comments!
As I spent more time with her, my love for her grew, matched only by her apathy for me. But I didn't care, she was special and she made me feel special. She was popular in a way I could never have imagined. Just walking on grass felt like being on the red carpet and people came to my home day and night. I flattered myself it was me that drew them but I knew deep down they only sought a glimpse of her. She imbued even the most mundane with a surreal beauty and I envied her...envied her and loved her.
I felt like I knew her now, at least as well as one could. She was sensitive yet easy to be with, not the fickle, high maintenance girl I'd imagined. She always forgave my clumsiness. I understood that she had others, she gave her love so freely, so innocently, that I couldn't be jealous. I was happy to visit them and try and catch a glimpse of her. After all I knew, somewhere in the back of my mind, that she was as transient as life itself, and when she was gone, she would be gone forever.
Beelitz Heilstätten, abandoned hospital Part III. Not as good as the other two albums but alright. PART I : http://www.lomography.com/homes/12_12/albums/1760890-lc-a-plus-beelitz-heilsttten-abandoned-hospital-part-i PART II: http://www.lomography.com/homes/12_12/albums/1760902-sr-beelitz-heilsttten-abandoned-hospital-partii
