Holga Roll 11: Yuba River Part 1

I still haven't gotten around to editing all of the recent photos I've taken with my Canon.  Summer is keeping me busy which is just fine with me!  But until I get around to some much needed sorting and editing (hopefully later this week), here are photos from my 11th roll of film taken on my Holga:

Frame 1 - First Views of the Yuba River

Frame 2 - Buckwheat on the Yuba

Frame 3 - Evenings on the Yuba

Frame 5 - My Boys, Yuba River Edition

Frame 6 - Buckwheat Wears Hat

Frame 7 - Most of the Yuba Crew

Frame 8 - C Floating on the Yuba

Frame 9 - Yuba Daytime Exploration

Frame 11 - Yuba Apparel

Frame 12 - C at the Swimming Hole

So many more photos to post . . .  I'll definitely be back soon!

Holga Roll 10

Photos from my 10th roll of film taken on my Holga:

Frame 1 - Happy Pup

Frame 2 - Double Exposure - Fields and Sky

Frame 3 - Treetops in Pogonip

Frames 4 & 6 - Double Exposures Merged

Frame 7 - Double Exposure - Circled by Trees

Frame 8 - Leaves and Branches

Frame 10 - The Boys in Pogonip

Frame 11 - Pink House

Frame 12 - Mission Santa Cruz Over Fence

This is another roll of Kodak Ektar 100.  Most of the photos were taken during a weekend walk through Pogonip.  When I developed the film, a few of the photos came back pretty damaged.  This was not much of a surprise though, given the fact that midway through the roll, the camera back came off.  Specifally, in a moment of wild hand gestures, the strap of my Holga was yanked loose which popped the back off of the camera and sent it spiraling to the ground.  It happened in the shade and I quickly re-secured the camera back, but Frame 5 was gone instantly and parts of frames 4 and 6 were also lost to over exposure.  I really wish frame 4 had been spared from the sun--I think it was one of my favorites from this roll.  But, oh well . . . Another reminder to be a little more careful with my things.  At least it was only a plastic camera. 

the ocean breathes salty

The last couple weeks have been tiring--on the weekends we've been camping and during the week we've been working (and getting ready to go camping).  This morning my alarm went off at 6:40am and again at 6:49.  Both times I turned it off and just lay there.  I knew I'd feel a lot better if I got up and went for a run but I convinced myself that I was simply too sleepy.  I also spent some time thinking about my dream which involved buying a mini golf course through an ad in an underground newspaper and setting up the holes under a couple feet of water.  The things that make sense in dreams . . .

Anyway, I didn't go back to sleep but I also didn't get out of bed to go to the gym.  Totally silly, I know.  I resolved to get in a run after work (something I had failed to do after hitting the snooze button the day before).

After work, the gym sounded just as unappealing as it had in the morning.  Outside though, the fog was rolling in and it was cool.  I realized I should just push myself out the door and down to the water.  I started out much faster than usual but I felt strong.  I ended up running 5.20 miles in 40 minutes.

I stopped about three miles in to take some photos (and also to catch my breath because I was afraid I couldn't keep up the pace if I didn't).  This is what I saw:

While I was running I was listening to this mix on shuffle.  There was the usual scenery--the San Lorenzo, the Santa Cruz Beach Boardwalk, the municipal wharf, West Cliff Drive with its big houses to one side and water dotted by surfers to the other, Light House Field, other runners in neon attire, couples on their evening strolls and dogs of various sizes pulling on leashes--mostly I was in my own head though.  The pace felt hard but it also felt sustainable.  I felt good (really good, even).

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When it's 6 in the morning and your covers are warm from sleep, it's sometimes hard to remember why you run (even if you have a list in your head ready for such occasions).  I run for runs like tonight--for the stretches where I don't have to distract myself with puppies(!) and waves and gardens and pretty houses; the stretches where my surroundings turn into a blur and I couldn't tell you what song just played; the stretches where I know I'm pushing myself but I also know I have enough left in me to finish strong; I run for the stretches where I am in that moment, fully (even if that feeling only lasts for a mile or two). 

After tonight, I'm feeling motivated and refreshed and content.  Sometimes I need a run like this to get me going again.  After tonight, I'm looking forward to a weekend spent in Santa Cruz (and a race over the hill).  And to finally getting around to more posts (about camping! our anniversary! and more!).

(ps: you can see my run here.)