grandfather's Zenit, first roll. everything is a bit blue and a bit wrong and i love it.36 frames, 22 came out. the man at the photo shop said nobody brings film any more, he had to find the chemicals.
bazar-i kalan before the sellers open the shutters. the cats own it for another ten minutes.went with the club at dawn. the best light is before anyone is there. the second best is when the first woman arrives with her scales.
the corridor of the regional hospital. a mother's hands on a bag. i asked first. she said yes and then looked away.i went with my big sister's friend, the doctor. she's in her first year on the wards and she works nights. she let me sit in the corridor for two hours with the camera in my bag while she worked.
i took one photograph and put the camera away. some rooms don't want to be seen. they want you to sit.
bazar-i kalan on sunday. the apricot sellers are back.the old city before noon is the best light in talas. after noon it's just dust.
joined the photo club at the university. nine members, two real cameras, one tripod that falls over if you breathe. the leader is a quiet older student who shows us one photograph at every meeting and says nothing about it, just "look".
today's photograph: a man's back in a doorway, a cap, a long shadow. i looked for forty minutes. i still don't know what it said. i love it.