I was in NYC last summer and placed my Ondu 6x6 on a window sill. The glass was filthy and it gives the image a grimy, spotted texture.
Every year I take a pinhole of the carousel at Westlake Center in downtown Seattle.
The last few weeks of 2016 were a bit chaotic with work and last minute holiday shopping but I did manage a quick trip to the carousel with my Ondu 6x9 camera and some Kodak Portra 160. If you want to take a look at previous years you can click this link.
I arrived just as the sun was setting behind the cathedral, casting a shadow over the entrance. When I walked up the stairs I honestly thought the entrance was a bit grotesque, like a candle dripping and running down its sides. There was so much detail in every available space, it was overwhelming.
The interior was an entirely different experience. The light was pouring through the stained glass windows and the geometry was astounding.
At the very top of the ceiling, in several areas, there was a kind of fabric that gave the highest points a softer, gossamer like feel. It was a beautiful touch, though I'm sure more practical than I imagined. In the image below, the famous double-twisted columns gave a feeling of walking beneath a shelter of trees.
Jesus told me, before my visit, that I could not imagine the interior and he was right. There are crowds of tourists everywhere, but it's worth all that to experience the immense beauty within. Here is a pinhole looking up towards a cubist sculpture. I'm not entirely sure who or what that sculpture represents, but it's prominent. You can see the tourists' feet below.
This year for Pinhole Day I gathered with a network of friends in Barcelona, Spain. We shot some pinhole, dined on chorizo and cheese, drank vermouth and laughed together as good friends do.
I would like to say thank you to this year's hosts, Jesus Joglar and Xavi Bassols, who organized strolls through this wondrous city, fantastic lunches and even a pétanque game beneath the Arc de Triomf. It isn't easy navigating the cobblestone alleyways and winding paths of Barcelona, but between the occasional coffee shop stop and tapas, I always found energy.
I'm still working through the rolls of film from this trip, but here are a few favorites: