Moments in Analog
See the world through the lens of my Pentax K 1000, which initially belonged to my grandpa. This portfolio documents the raw and authentic beauty of everyday moments alongside creative shoots framed by analog photography’s unique charm and nuances. The magic of film photography lies in its unpredictability. Every roll is a gamble between breathtaking nostalgia and beautifully flawed chaos, where light leaks, blurs, and missed focus turn frustration into unexpected artistry. From spontaneous snapshots to playful sessions, embrace the grain, the colors, and the stories that only 35mm film can tell.
Bathtub Bloodbath
Shot on 35mm Kodak Ektar 100 — May 10, 2020
When you accidentally spill all the fake blood.
The Old Fisherman and the Blue Crane
Shot on 35mm Kodak Ektar — April 25, 2019
There was something to be said about the Old Fisherman. He was always to be found when the sun began its quiet descent. There wasn’t a question about it; behind the dam, you’d surely see a pole in his hand. Every day, he waited with anticipation and the calm patience of one withered by time and knowledge. He wasn’t much for small talk, but occasionally, you’d hear him spew random tidbits. A few of these tidbits are his ability to sense you coming near him without having seen you, always knowing the exact moment it would start to rain and his 100% accuracy at catching grasshoppers. The last one is most popular with the rampaging children. Most uncommon, though, was his perfect birdcall. He would voluntarily teach it to any asking, but to much dismay, the birds only ever responded to his whistles.
Now, beside the Old Fisherman’s fishing spot lived a Blue Crane. On numerous occasions, the children have tried capturing the Blue Crane with their butterfly nets, yet the bird outsmarts them every time. Once, the children asked the Old Fisherman if they could borrow his orange bucket to disguise themselves as cranes. It ended how you’d imagine, with no such luck. It is only to the Old Fisherman that the Blue Crane inches closer to. Every night, when the last hour of sunlight burrows behind the trees and mothers are urging kids back into their homes, you’ll pass by the Old Fisherman on your way back towards the street. Tossing a fish to the Blue Crane while muttering, “One for you, one for me.” Behind you, you’ll hear a squawk and a chuckle. Wondering what joke the Blue Crane just told. And as you near your car and look back again, either by the dim gleam of the early night or by the mysteries that happen only by the setting sun, you’ll sometimes see two blue cranes instead of one.
Alas, I’ve told you where to find the Old Fisherman. Who’s to say whether you’ll find him before or after dusk, though.
Lil JJ and the Glittertits
Shot on 35 mm Kodak 400 — May 7, 2020
Jess and I are both creek babies. Needless to say, when we decided to do this shoot, we were both ecstatic. Jess serves up major river nymph vibes, and we had a blast capturing these images. Fun fact: while shooting these pics, two elderly folks kept trying to canoe beside us.
Free the nip, my friends, because everyone loves to see them.
September Blurrr
Shot on 35mm Kodak Ektar 100 — September 2019
LA lights and midnight cruising.
Little Bird
Shot on 35mm Kodak Tri-x 400 Tx — September 2019
Perhaps she knew too much. Or not nearly enough. Little Bird was known to mingle with the sort of questionable folks your mother avoided. Her beautiful doll face distracted you from the dangerous glint in her eyes, and her honey tongue could sway a saint. Little Bird always had a way of maneuvering from arm to arm. And there always seemed to be whispers of whose arm she’d be draped upon next. But between you and me, Little Bird seemed tired. Tired of the glitz and the glam. Tired of back ally meetings and “businesses.” Perhaps Little Bird’s song fell upon the wrong ears when whispers whistled of her escape. When Little Bird’s body was found, it was more of a statement and less of a question. Those who had bet on Little Bird’s demise could finally collect the how: the river. The mystery behind her drowning isn’t so mysterious, so long as you know the right whisper to ask. In any case, Little Bird didn’t sing when she was asked. But I heard it’s hard to sing with a mouth full of secrets and empty lungs.
Yet, even after all these years, Little Bird’s name still creeps into conversations. It’s not just a name but a melody, a haunting tune that lingers in the air. But the tale of Little Bird doesn’t end. For there are those who swear by their whispers, if you find yourself alone where the river bends, Little Bird will sing for you again. But only if you request the right song.
Baby Jay
Shot on 35mm Kodak Ektar 400 — September 2019
If you happened to walk into the trailer park on an average Saturday afternoon, you’d find there weren’t many who didn’t know Baby Jay. And keeping up with your constant and ongoing questions, you’d find there weren’t many who actually knew Baby Jay. Everyone could tell you something about her. She loved a glass of red wine and pink flamingos, and she only went to the grocery store on Tuesdays around 2pm. But where did she come from? Her full name? Or even when she arrived in the silver bullet? Not even the slightest amount of bells would ring. But even if someone did know, they knew better than to say anything to anyone asking such foolish questions.
Daddy ♡’s you
Shot on 35mm Fuji 200 —— September 2019
My first trip to California was beyond joyous. So, glad that I could meet new people, embrace old friends, and get out of my comfort zone.
Moody Blue
Shot on 35mm Kodak Ektar 100 — May 20, 2020
These dark hues have me yearning for autumn and jacket weather.
Textures
Shot on 35mm Kodak 400 + Fuji 200 + Kodak Ektar 100 — May 20, 2020
Moss, dirt, and the forest Fae beckon me. Hopefully, if I lay down and cover myself with leaves, they’ll take me away.
Sweet Caroline
Shot on 35mm Kodak Ektar 100 — April 24, 2019
The very first film session.
So many thanks to Caroline for graciously letting me practice my photography. Featuring her fluffy friend, Chili.
Powerlines and sidewalk hues
Shot on 35mm Kodak Ektar 100 — September 2020
There’s something about dusk’s stillness that fills my stomach with joy and melancholy. The unwinding and unbecoming. The beginning of the end and vice versa. The magic of dusk makes you feel like anything, and everything is possible. An evening stroll while tight-roping across power lines? Sure, why not! Literally, painting the clouds into the sky? Lemme get my acrylics real quickly. From dusk till dawn, all magic is possible. So long as your heart is vast and your smile is bright.
Pawsitively Adored
Shot on 35mm Kodak Ultramax 400 — January 9, 2020
Hannah and Noodles basking in the sun.
Up and Away
Shot on 35mm Kodak Ektar 400 — September 2019
Cloud 9? I don’t know, man; I can see at least 12 clouds.
Uncertainty
Shot on 35mm Kodak Ektar 100 — September 2020
I took these back when traveling wasn’t banned and the world’s end wasn’t near.
War on Pancakes
Shot on 35mm Kodak Ektar 100 — May 17, 2019
Where do you go when the night turns to dawn? When there’s a rumbling in your stomach, yet everything is closed? Why, it’s Waffle House, obviously. Here’s to the memories, smothered and peppered hashbrowns, and even better friends. You can’t help but go again and again.
Blurry Moto Crew
Shot on 35mm Kodak 400 + Fuji 200 — May 8, 2020
Really missing our fancy dinner dates involving copious amounts of wine, cheese, laughter, and bathroom mirrors.
Weird looking dogs
Shot on 35 mm Kodak Ektar 100 — May 5, 2020
If anyone has ever had the immense JOY of meeting a cow, you’ll know that they are the most pure-hearted, clumsy floofers. They are both curious and afraid at the same time. I love them. I would die for them.
Bumbling
Shot on 35mm Kodak Gold — November, 19, 2020
Buzzing bees amongst the ever-loving trees.
Contrast
Shot on 35mm Kodak Tri-x 400TX — May 21, 2019
Golden hour without the golden.
A Cluster Cluck
Shot on 35mm Kodak Gold — August, 20, 2019
This film endeavor started with three girls and a treehouse. Nestled away in the back burrows of Tennessee, your word and honor rely on a mix of boiled peanuts and Dr. Pepper. And there is where you’ll find the chickens. The chickens judge you not based on love but the sheer determination that with one wrong move, they’ll go for your throat. Or they’ll scurry about their business. And we both know that the business of a chicken is not something anyone should disclose. Cluck, be a lady to you and your family.
Misty Meanderings
Shot on 35mm Kodak Ektar 100 –August 22, 2019
The lake near my house takes on a different mood depending on the weather. This day, it looked as though some kind of mangled corpse could be hidden just beyond the shore. The birds are watching. They know all your secrets and no amount of humid fog can hide your sins from them. Though they might be persuaded into silence for a few bird crumbs, no bribery or blackmail will ever silence the murderous mist.
Haze
Shot on 35mm Kodak 400 — May 8, 2020
Insert a joke about vaping…
Summer Settings
Shot on 35mm Portra 800 — September 11, 2019
Don’t let these pictures fool you. Summer nights really mean your legs are about to be torn up by mosquitos. Heed my warning and invest in long pants or bug spray.
Chasing Waterfalls
Shot on 35mm Kodak Tri-x 400TX —— August 26, 2019
Does anyone actually follow TLC’s advice not to chase waterfalls? I’m guessing not. Well, at least I never do. Catch me outside, where the forest knows all my secrets and carries them down the river.
Rip Craig.
marysaysmeh 