Lola the lomo...
Lola says hello!
redscale lomo 120 film
This was in South Carolina on a trail by Jocassee Lake. Had such a fun time hiking up near my grandpa's cabin and got some of the best shots I've taken thus far. I'm a novice, so that isn't really saying much, but I was proud that this tree and it's scene stuck out to me despite my newness.
redscale lomo 120 film
Loved the blurred effect of this.
I definitely don't remember what I intended for this shot to look like, but I am quite pleased with it, nonetheless. The disconnected legs say so much. Perhaps this is a creature telling us its story from the ground's point-of-view.
color lomo 100 ISO film
I expected this shot to be brighter. It was quite a sunny day. I'm still working on getting the lighting down with my shots, but here I am.
color lomo 100 ISO film
I find that when I have only one or two shots left on a roll that I'm so anxious to finish the roll, I go looking for a picture instead of letting the picture find me. Usually, such a mentality leads me to disappointing results. I'm happy to say that this was the last shot of my most recently developed roll and I'd say it turned out splendidly.
redscale 120 lomo film
Dark and a bit foreboding. Sitting in the backseat of my parents' van, like I was still in middle school, Lola in hand, I wanted to capture part of the afternoon we had spent that Easter day: church that morning, praising my Savior for dying on the cross and all he's done in my life personally, Easter brunch, and the treasure of family. I raised my lomography camera to my eye, pointed, and released the shutter lever. The sun was shining brightly, and this dark, red, almost angry photo was born. Not quite the idea I had in mind to capture the festivities of the day, but I appreciated this anyways.
color lomo 100 ISO film
I wanted to capture the bright possibilities of an empty bench in a lovely park, instead Lola snapped a shot of an erie bench that it seems if you sit upon it, something may lurk out of the woods even in the daylight. Lola had a more complex idea about this bench than I did. I like her version better. It shows a different side to the park that sits across the street from my parents' house.
color lomo 100 ISO film
The reds and yellows that play on the edge of this frame really offset the blues and slight greens on the sky and trees. This shot is from one of my first couple rolls. I am always learning more about lomography, but at this stage, I knew basically nothing. Zero. Zip. Zilch. Glad this shot turned out the way it did, despite my own intentions. This is yet another example of Lola's, and really any lomography camera's, brilliance.
color lomo 100 ISO film
Little did I know at the time of this shot, but you step through those two doors into a one room shop in which every space other than the path on which you can walk is stacked with things. Things some people would call junk. Things some people would call trash. Things other people would call treasures. I'd call them stories. Every antique plate you see used to have an owner with a life, the dresser set had a specific purpose to it's owner's routines, and each quilt had a particular season it was used. The sweet lady who tends the shop will talk with the curious, but seldom visitor while her radio chatters in the background.
The sun that shines into this frame on the right side sheds light on the shop that many people don't even notice as they drive past. I adore the story this photo tells.
redscale lomo 120 film
So odd to me how this and the photo above it came out backwards, but for this particular frame, it is so ironically fantastic. It messes with you a bit because the arrow points you to the right and the words suggest you should be traveling in the opposite way. It's quite wonderful how Lola has a mind of her own.
