Once again, with the loss of my beloved friend (Nikon DSLR) I have brought back another old and slightly forgotten pleasure. This pleasure is a plain old Vivitar v3800N SLR that comes equipped with a macro focusing zoom lens that has a max out on 77 mm. It’s nothing special, if anything it is far from special. The ratings for this specific camera are rather disturbing and horrifying, to say the least. Though, I have yet to experience of the worst complaints that have bestowed the unlucky owners of this beast. Thus, I plunged right back in my film photography roots. Sure, the control is gone, the RAW format being missed the most, but photography as a whole doesn’t have specific boundaries or limits. Hence, it has been a love of mine from the day that I discovered it. Moving on, when I dug this light box of mine I realized that I still had film in it… and thus only had a few shots left. Needless to say, I was rather excited to see what I shot during my dark room days… or at least the tail end of them. I bring you grainy, scratchy, and untamed shots from the belly of the “V” beast:

The last two shots are very similar, I know. I kept both because I had a slight predicament on which one to keep. The problem lies in her expression. It’s a very small detail, but it just so happens to change the entire emotion of the shot. Let this be a lesson to the reader. The smallest attributes of a shot will determine and have the possibility to change the entire mood of the composition. Aren’t you so lucky to have found this little gem of tiny information? You should be, freeloader. The girl in the photos above is an old, great friend of mine. We don’t exactly communicate any longer, and this saddens me. She was there when I hit rock bottom and like wise, I was there for her when she was going through a difficult time in her life. I tried to keep her clear and sound in her reasoning when it came to make decisions that she saw fit. It’s funny how you can look back to that one particular memory or string of related memories and compare them to today. Wether it is fate, abnormal reasoning (to the usual individual process), or simply mere coincidence of unrelated yet very antagonizing events — the lessons and hardships that are the vessels for them are priceless.


This is another one of those annoying and more than likely loathsome car shots that I take of my precious Christine. She doesn’t realize her beauty, at least in my opinion. Wether it be a planned shot, a candid shot, a surprise shot or merely a moment… she is and will always remain as beautiful as the day that I met her.


This is just a random shot directed towards my work, though the store front is covered up at the left of the photo.

I hope you enjoyed these grainy endeavors of mine. I will post more of my previous film photography later on. Stay tuned!