The Holga is my nemesis. In case you missed my previous two posts about this damn toy camera, about once a year I get inspired (demonically possessed?) to take it for a spin. I get all jazzed up about the totally amazing pictures that I am composing – all vignette-y with a little light leak here and there for effect – and then I get the film back and it blows chunks.
My first experience was disheartening. My secondwas demoralizing. And now my third. . . do I have a learning disability? I’m not looking for greatness here, just a single image worth printing. Preferably of one of my kids looking particularly cute. For like, a 5×5 to put next to my bed. I think I should just get instagram.