I practice taking a few shots with my new Mamiya RZ67 Pro II almost daily, usually taking one or two shots with regular film and one or two shots with Polaroid. I’ve really learned to appreciate the Polaroid back – not only is it fun, but it also helps me see quickly what I do wrong, or right for that matter, which is really awesome in the trying-to-get-to-know-my-new-film-camera-that-does-not-give-you-instant-feedback-stage. Today I managed to get what I think is one of the best portraits I’ve taken of my older daughter. Granted, I may be the only one thinking that, because my husband’s comment was that it looked like an old 70’s photo that had been sitting in coffee for years. Still, I look at it and it puts a smile on my face – the beautifully smooth change from lights to darks and the softness in the sharpness (or maybe I should call it softness in the in-focus areas because softness in the sharpness seems like an odd combination of words even though it describes what I see so well) – all that which makes me love film was right there. I so desperately wanted to post that image here tonight, but I could not find a way to digitize the image and have it look like it does on that little Polaroid paper. I tried scanning it, which turned out horrific, and I tried to take a photo of it with my digital camera, which made it loose too much detail. I took another shot of her on the same spot with regular film, which I will be sending off for developing in the next few days. Maybe, just maybe, that one will turn out just as well and I can post it here then.
Instead, I’m posting another photo from our trip to the mall on Saturday, this time of my baby girl. It’s taken on the same spot where I took the photo I posted of my oldest two days ago, except for my younger girl is sitting there seemingly deep in thought about what she should do next.
(85mm, ISO 1000, f/2.8, 1/100 sec)