the state we're in

In week 17, Jen bought an awesome “Aren’t I such a cute pregnant woman?” dress.  The first person asked if she was pregnant, from 30 feet away, no less.  Meanwhile, Baby A was the size of an onion.

During week 16 we left town for a road trip/camping trip to Cloudcroft, New Mexico and environs.  One afternoon, after a scenic drive up the mountain to Sunspot, we came across an old corrugated metal building that had seen better days.  There was rust and wear and overgrowth everywhere.  It was an interesting enough spot that we decided to do our weekly photos on location… and as a consequence there are a few more photos than usual.

In week 16, Baby A was roughly the size of an avocado.

Jen even coaxed me out from behind the camera for a few shots.

Jen had another appointment with her midwife group at the very end of week 15.  This time around, finding that sweet baby’s heartbeat took no time at all.

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(We’re almost caught up!)  Two weeks ago in week 15, sweet tiny baby human was the size of a navel orange.

 

Baby A was the size of a lemon back in Week 14.

Week 13—Baby A was the size of a sweet Georgia peach.

 

We’ve been taking weekly photos to document the tiny human’s progressing size.  Since we’re just now starting to post this stuff to the blog, we have a few weeks to catch you up on.  Week 12 was about a month ago, back when Baby A was the size of a plum.

Jen mentioned a few days ago that there’s a tiny human growing inside her.  We’re pretty stoked at the thought of finally becoming parents!  Several weeks back she had her first appointment with her midwife group, and I tagged along to provide moral support, take it all in, and snap a few photos for posterity.

The midwife wasn’t able to find the baby’s heartbeat with the doppler, so they sent us back for a sonogram.

“Here I am!”  Seeing our kid fluttering around in grainy black & white was surreal.  It was full of energy that afternoon and was practically doing somersaults on the ultrasound screen… I’m hoping that some of that energy will rub off on me.

We laughed in happy disbelief and had permagrins for the next day or so.  All in all it was probably the best Friday afternoon I’ve ever had.

I think what I like most about film photography is the delayed gratification it requires.  Will my shots turn out well?  Are they composed and exposed decently?  Who knows.  Obviously there’s no doubt that digital will always be king… but I think that for me, every once in a while digital’s biggest benefit (instant feedback) can become one of its biggest  detriments by leading to perfectionism (“Just one more shot!”) or analysis paralysis.

“That’s just, like, [my] opinion, man.”  … but I’ve found myself feeling a little bit more carefree as I’ve shot film over the past 3 months, and I’ve felt a lot less self-imposed pressure.  I think it has a lot to do with the fact that film kind of forces you to move on… instead of affording “the opportunity” to capture and re-capture the moment in an attempt to make sure it’s perfect—when all of a sudden the moment has ceased and instead become the attempt to capture the moment.  (That’s So Raven Meta.*)

Anyway, back to film and back to the Perkeo II that I mentioned earlier this week.  The first grouping of photos below is from a trip to Austin to celebrate our anniversary last summer; the second is from our trip to Alaska in May.  (Hover over the photos for short descriptions.)  I’m a big fan of the sharpness and slightly desaturated colors that the Perkeo’s lens dishes out.

I’ve got a couple of big fall photo projects in mind and I’m looking forward to more delayed gratification as I work on them.

* (That was not very Raven.  My apologies.)

 

 

Over the past few years I’ve slowly been developing a love for vintage cameras.  The first vintage camera I found myself in possession of was a Kodak Autographic—given to me as a Christmas gift in 2004 by Jen.  (I should have proposed then and there.)  Sadly, film for this camera hasn’t been made in nearly 50 years, so I’ll likely never have the chance to shoot with it.

Fast forward to an antique store on S. Congress in Austin sometime in 2006.  Enter the Voigtlander Perkeo II.

Even though I’d never heard of the camera or its manufacturer, I had to pick it up because it was in such fantastic shape: the body was immaculate and the leather bellows were pristine, without any cracking (a problem common to vintage cameras). 

I quickly learned several things about the camera, namely that it’s fully manual—from focus to shutter speed to aperture—and that it uses medium format film (which is less common than 35mm film but still widely available).  It also has an uncoupled rangefinder, which in plain terms means what you see when you look through the camera is only a loose approximation of what the camera will record.  I also learned something about myself: I had no clue how to use this thing… and I was a bit intimidated by the fact that it was 100% manual.

I’ve found a way to test the limitations of the internet, and that is to try to find instructions on how to use a camera manufactured in Germany at least 55 years ago.  After months of on-again-off-again Googling (bookended by frustration and feelings of having wasted money a camera I could never use), I found a kind soul in the midwest who snail mailed me an instruction manual for my camera’s precursor, the Perkeo I.  The pages were stapled together in nearly random order, but it was enough of a start to get the film loaded properly, dial in the settings, and take a few test frames.

Several months ago I was finally lucky enough to stumble on a PDF scan of the Perkeo II’s manual.  There wasn’t really any revelatory information compared to that snail mailed photocopy, but the artfulness of its contents makes me smile.  The typography is mid-century to the max, and its language is just awkward enough to remind the reader that it’s not an American product.  The illustrations are clean, photorealistic, and industrious—just look at the photographer’s furrowed brow and surly hairdo: 

 

I’ve managed to run 3 or 4 rolls of film through the camera and am really impressed with its optical quality.  I’ll share some of the highlights in a separate post.  It’s a bit of a chore to use, but it’s a lot of fun and a challenging way to make photographs.