Saturdays = Youth - 97x Next Big Thing Shenanigans

Maybe someday I'll write about how we all got up front. For now, I'll leave that to your imagination. 
Thanks to Alan for buying be a ticket and forcing me to go with him. It was a blast.


Leica M6ttl, Voigtlander 35mm f/1.2
Kodak Films - Gold 200, Portra 160 & 400, Cinestill 800. 

Summer Sun

Analog portraits in late-day sunlight.  Shot in Downtown St. Petersburg, FL on Fujifilm Super 200. Scanned on a Kodak Pakon F135+

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Shooting film for the Accident Prone Pt. 1 - How to Save a Roll of 35mm That's Broken in the Camera

How to Save a Roll of 35mm that's broken in the Camera.

This will be the first part in an ongoing series on how to overcome the many difficulties accident prone, non-detail oriented people like myself have when first getting into shooting film. Who knows, this could help you even if you're a more methodical person.
Accidents do happen, after all! 



So I've been there. You think you have a 36 frame roll of film in the camera, and surprise! it was only a 24 frame roll! Turns out frame 26 didn't exist, and you hear the sickening snap of the emulsion tearing in two. Not to fear! This is fixable! 

A few things you're going to need to get your precious photos back in the canister:

  1. A film changing bag or a dark room & a completely opaque bag (when this happened to me, I didn't have a changing bag, so I used a backpack in a dark room).
  2. A bottle opener
  3. Scissors
  4. Acetate Tape (Scotch Tape)

So here's how this works:

*Go ahead and read through all the directions before you fumble around in the dark to do this*

First, put the whole camera into the changing bag, along with the bottle opener, scissors, and tape.

Second, open the back of the camera, and take out the canister. Pop the lid off of the canister with the bottle opener.
(Be careful to now bend the soft metal! It'll be a huge pain to get back on otherwise!)


Third, pull the spool out of the canister. Carefully feel around for the break. (Try to just hold it by the sprocket holes, don't want to ruin any exposed frames!)

Fourth, go ahead and cut straight across the film on both sides of the break so you have a nice, even place to tape it back together. 
Next of course, you'll go ahead and take a small piece of tape and connect the two sides. Just make sure it goes on evenly and doesn't hang out over the edge of the film.

*Alternatively, if you don't feel a break, the film might've come off from the tape on the spool.
If that's the case, wrap a piece of tape around the spool post, sticking it to both ends of the film.*

*So I didn't follow my own advice in the photos. Whoops*

Finally, slip the spool back into the canister. (It might take a few tries to get the film in through the little felt lined slot, but be patient and you'll get there.) Pop the lid back into the canister, feeling around the edges to make sure its on uniformly, then just slip it back into the camera. 
Go ahead push the rewind knob back into place and give it a few turns to make sure the tape holds.

Once you've done all that successfully, close the back up, and rewind the roll back into the canister....congratulations! You've fixed your mistake!
Go forth and conquer, you brave film photographer.

Wide Eyed in India: Pt. VIII

Woke with a pounding head that beat in time with the pulse of the city beyond. Quiet until afternoon, then we were off to the huge primary school the kids from the Ongole children's home attend, led by Sean, an affable natured, pale blue-eyed guy from California who runs CCH, a much larger children's home organization that Orphans First partners with. Naturally, our arrival caused sheer chaos at the school.... I think I shook hands with and heard the names of well over 100 kids, all eager to try out what they'd learned in their English lessons. 

I made my way through the open air classrooms, trying as hard as I could to remain discreet, and predictably failed utterly. The teachers kept admirable control over the kids with nary a raised voice, but classes still tended to grind to a halt whenever I walked by. After quite a bit of improvised communication primarily composed of halting words and hand gestures, I managed to get a few of the classes to ignore me as best they could....though one teacher just decided to let the kids have a photo-op instead. 

Shortly after all the Ongole children's home kids had been met, we drove back to home where the children lived to await their return once classes ended. The Ongole home was in a quiet little village perhaps an hour outside of the city proper, tended by a young couple with children of their own. 

Dusk turned into full dark as we made our goodbyes, sipping on gifted coconuts and sprite.

Enough adventure had been had for one hazy-headed day, so we made our way back to the noise and crowds of Ongole to flop into beds for the last time before the return to Hyderabad...

- To be continued -

Wide Eyed in India: Capsaicin

Capsaicin is a colorless toxin that causes a painful burning sensation when it comes into contact with the skin, and can even cause chemical burns in it's pure form. 

You're probably familiar with the substance in a more innocuous way however, as it's the chemical responsible for the heat of a chili pepper. 

By now you're probably wondering at the point of this segue. Perhaps this explains it a bit better:


Yes, those are chilies. Millions upon millions of Guntur Chili Peppers, dried in the Indian sun. On the way back from the afternoon of meeting the children's home alumni, we stopped off at a massive processing facility and market where hundreds of men and women sort and bag and sell the surrounding countryside's signature crop. 

The very air seared its way through my lungs, as an involuntary cough shook my frame. Those who work in this humble profession endure this for years, working with bare hands and feet, hardly noticing the burning.

As used to the peppers effects as the workers are, they still cough. The body has limits of what it can grow accustomed to. I'm told this place turns into a kind of hell in summer, as temperatures soar to 110 degrees Fahrenheit or higher. 

Truly a remarkable place.