Lazy Family Portraits

I've been so lazy lately.  I have a million things to do, and that makes procrastination even sweeter.  You can see this tendency in my photography, too...but somehow this doesn't seem to be a bad thing.  I love this art because you don't necessarily have to go far or look for a unique subjects in order to take good photos.

Here is our small but ever growing family enjoying the Spring weather and the three-day weekend after a couple of very tough (and sick) weeks.

The Six-Year Engagement

John proposed to me on a Valentine's Day six years ago, and god, he was so nervous!  I was nervous too as I suspected that he was up to something, but he was literally shaking.  It was very awkward and sweet and awesome and exciting, and above all - it felt right.  We started off at St. James Park where we met after my classes and we just walked around in the mist and fed squirrels and swans and posed with the horses of the Royal Guard.  

Then we went on top of the world i.e. The London Eye, overlooking a very grey and overcast and grumpy city, and there were another 20 tourists in the pod with us.  John told me to put the camera away and to be serious, went down on one knee, and asked me to marry him.  I asked him if he was serious...about 7 times, and then said yes.  I think we kissed and proceeded to laugh hysterically until we finally landed.  It was pretty much like being on drugs, only a thousand times nicer.

John proposed with a huge plastic ring he bought at Top Shop and I still keep that ring.  That same afternoon we walked down to Hatton Garden and ge got me the pretty little diamond band I wear today.  Man, I was so proud!  It was such a great big deal, the whole thing!

And still is.

John, you are the love of my life, baby.  And I will keep saying yes, forever.

Happy Valentine's Day to you all and remember - LOVE IS ALL WE NEED!

P.S. I am glad that we had this little Kodak camera with us that day.  More favorite images with it here.

Unexpected Development

Again, more images of my cat than of my son, but with manual focusing I have to use all the tricks I can, and this includes photographing static objects...as opposed to running after Johnny and getting a bunch of blurred, badly composed shots.  This is what I love about film - it's slow.

I am kind of in love with the Portra.  It performs so well in low-light setting and it has very little noise.

I got a new roll, this time an 800, and a Fujifilm too, so stay tuned!

Zenit E, Kodak Portra 400

It's Hip To Be Square

There - my second roll of medium format film, and my first successful one.  Sort of... I nailed the focus but I am not entirely happy with the exposure.  Also, there's an odd red tint to most of these, and I am sure it's not the film but my poor judgement of the settings.  I will figure it out one day, surely.  And I will find some spectacular bokeh to shoot by then, too!

Mamiya C220, Kodak Portra 400

P.S. Yes, I am aware that there are more photos of Shelby than of Johnny.  Get over it.

Priceless

Since I don't ever do anything fun lately due to having absolutely no free time and being pregnant, I resolved to try and see if I can get around that by taking a photowalk with my analog cameras around Palo Alto.  It all went very nicely...at first.  I enjoyed the sunshine, ate a piece of forbidden chocolate cake, visited an actual art gallery, and took some pictures.  Then I stopped at Keeble & Shuchat to drop off the film rolls and to pick up a couple of fresh ones.  Which cost me $70.  GOD ALMIGHTY, and I am not even religious!  Those photos BETTER BE GOOD.  

We will see tomorrow.  I will post the successful shots here by the end of the day, and I hope they are worth it.  It's just so depressing that art costs.  Or better yet, that's fine - the depressing part is that I can't always afford it.  

Anyway, my insufficient funds have never managed to stopped me, and I am excited to shoot the Fujifilm roll I got today (400) and the Kodak Portra (800).  Because if I can't get excited despite of the price, I better give up right now, buy one of those the Real Housewives of Palo Alto T-shirts, and never leave the house again.