Something private:
It´s the Singer, not the Song
Bullshit! Don´t believe Mick´s words. And this Holga is a fickle creature.
When I went back home from the early morning walk with the dog on Sunday, I met my youngest son Jonas on his bicycle and he asked me for the Holga. I had only taken one single shot, so I said to him: Listen son, there are eleven exposures left. Don´t waste it! Look through the rangefinder and take a shot, when you are sure it is worthwhile. Of course he took all he is 12 years old, started to take pictures just some weeks ago, actually I bought the Holga not for me, but for him.
After developing this film I was pleased concerning the rate of yield but rather shocked about the doublet, felt somewhat like a Greek Tragedy.
Should I be proud, or should I be sad due to Holga´s perfidiousness?
