I was waiting on when I developed my recent rolls of film. I visited Malaysia again for the first time since my grandma passed away, with a family gathering on the anniversary of her death at the cemetery, then a big seafood lunch together at the restaurant nearby.
The cemetery was tightly packed with graves, barely any space to walk between, and temporary wooden crosses for those graves with the soil yet to settle. And behind, the hills and limestone mountains that surround Ipoh.
I got some new old contraptions at a camera fair on the weekend, which is just as well because my beloved Contax G2 has kicked the bucket. I got it secondhand from Yahoo Japan Auctions a few months ago, but it may have already been stuffed on receipt as there was a mysterious shutter error on the photographs every so often. Snooty camera fixit man at the shop recommended I go less electronic next time, and Leica. Still, I really liked the pictures the G2 took, and maybe I’m not discouraged enough to get a replacement. By the way, at the fair I bought an Asahi Pentax SV and while I was busy, bf snuck in and bought the Minolta 7s I’d been eyeing… The Pentax was the seller’s twenty-first birthday present a long time ago, and he rewarded me with snippets such as, taking pictures of artificial objects you only discover imperfections, but the closer you get taking pictures of nature, the more perfect you find it. Something like that.