travel photography

California dreaming on film

I've been back for 4 weeks now from my adventures and I have finally managed to develop some rolls of film from my America travels. I can't explain the excitement when you get a roll of film back, I had definitely forgotten a lot of these moments and I was instantly transported back to the time I was wandering the beach alone watching the sunset or adventuring with my buddy Johnny Jungle in San Diego. This is the cheapest film I could find about $5 a roll and the colours turned out quite poppy and warm. It has definitely brought some froth back to my life and removed the "work" label from the art of photography for me.

San Diego on 35mm // Roll 1 Fuji Superia 400

So my good mate & fellow photographer John aka @johnnyjungle and I have started a film project together to re-inspire our photography froth and it's working big time. It seems this whole trip has been about firing up my passion for what I do.. considering the majority of travel buddies I'm spending time with are photographers. I have the film bug bad & me and my little Pentax K1000 are getting a long like a house on fire.. ๐Ÿก๐Ÿ”ฅEspecially frothing getting our first roll developed today!! Keep in mind we both learned this craft years ago on film cameras and I spent the first two years of TAFE developing my own negatives and photos. It is such a blast relearning and going back to the roots of what I love so much and have been doing for 16 years. ๐ŸŽž๐Ÿ“ทโ˜„ Shooting film makes you really really think about each shot. There is no messing up taking a few test shots then looking at the back of your camera to make sure you've exposed properly. It's all about relying on my knowledge of metering & DOF and really making me think about composition before snapping a few shots then maybe fixing it. Frothhhhh and joy and a fire back in my belly.

Pettah Markets | Colombo

I wonder that if by looking at these photographs of the famously massive Pettah markets of Colombo in Sri Lanka's capital city, you can feel the intense heat reflected off of the concrete, the hustle and bustle, can you smell the spices, the fruit, the drying fish mixed with sweet insence? Can you hear the shouts of the spruikers selling their products and yelling at the carts and taxis pushing their way through the busy streets? I wonder.