Unfortunately I fell sick with some sort of bug on the third day of our trip, which laid me up for two days. Still, inbetween bouts of sickness, I got to watch the "Deadliest Catch" Memorial Day Marathon - two straight days of crab fishing in the Arctic Circle. Will there be crab in the pot? Will it be big enough? Will they meet their quota? Weirdly, can't get enough of this program - reckon it's my seaside roots...
Er...anyway! What was extremely nice is that on the second-to-last day of our trip, which also happened to be my birthday, I woke up feeling much better and my significant other gave me the best present he could possibly have handed me - a Lomo LC-A+.
Back in the UK, three weeks later, I finally got round to developing the shots. I somewhat dismissively opened the packet that contained the negs and CD from my first roll and I (quite literally) found myself stopping dead in the street and staring, open mouthed, at the teeny-tiny contact sheet of images. Most of the shots hadn't worked, as I'd expected - but some, just some, seemed to sparkle with a life of their own - even if it was just the corners of shots that were in focus or the weird vignetting perfectly framing scenes.
As I peered at the contact sheet I held my breath - something clicked inside me and I completely, utterly, irrevocably fell in love with this tiny, crappily-built and horribly over-priced camera.
Damn it.
Damn it.
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