Rocks & Bubbles.

Hasselblad 500c/m
Fuji Astia 100
Coney Island

I love looking at slide film through a lightbox but the colors always come out weird and I'm forced to edit them. No more slide for a while.







As you can see my horizons are not perfect, which desperately calls for the need of a tripod. Carrying a tripod + my Hassy = Shoot me.

Fishing, sort of.

Location: Coney Island
Film: Kodak Portra 400nc
Camera: Hasselblad 500c/m

The last time I been around fishing was many years ago when I was about 12 in Trinidad. I didn't cared much for it then, I was just excited for my "bake an' shark"(you Trinis know what I'm talking about). So yea, spent the day in Coney Island shadowing the fishermen. I saw the most beautiful dog with straight, long bangs and shaggy, dreadlocked hair, I took lots of pics but I realized too late I didn't advance my film so none came out, sigh, still love you film.


"What does it taste like?"
"chicken"
"Oh"


Poor fella was floppin' around for dear life. He had a lot of heart, for a fish. I was tempted to stealthy kick him back into the ocean but I would have a mob right after me, and it's kinda hard to run with a 50lb camera around my neck.



It's a strange feeling seeing something die slowly and possibly painfully. I don't like fishing too much now. I'd hate to be plucked out my bed and have a pillow cut away my air supply. I feel for you!



Kinda sucks knowing you live just to be bait.

I spy with my little eye, a hermit crab.

Hasselblad 500/cm w/ Polaroid Back