Before we left the northwest, husband and I made one last trip to see his parents and my grandfather. After we had driven down the highway for a while, it occurred to me that I had forgotten my camera. Whoops.
In light of the nature of the trip, I decided that photodocumentation was absolutely necessary and picked up a disposable Fuji point ‘n’ shoot camera (a la 8th grade, before your parents decided you were responsible enough to own a real camera). Because you can’t really control the focus on the thing, the results are a bit unpredictable and — I think — kind of charming in their own way. I’ve got to get me a Holga one of these days, but in the meantime I present my first film photos in A Very Long Time.
Husband, just after he (somewhat inexplicably) decided to shave his head.
Brian, my father-in-law.
Connie, my mother-in-law. (Husband and I decided that they look very much alike here, no?)
Pip, husband, and grandpa, who is proudly showing off his new set of wheels. [Incidentally, the dog was later run over by this very machine but seems to have survived the incident just fine. Have I ever mentioned that she likes to chase cars? And run right by the wheel?]
It’s hard to tell from the photo, but the road is quite steep and the Kubota handles it just fine. (The passengers, on the other hand, are all having visions of roll-overs and praying very hard…)
The joys of the cheap camera: wife = fuzzy, random couple = crystal clear.
This phenomenon is called a “glory.”
Back at home again, these photos are from our last family barbecue at Kamiak Butte. (That’s byoot, for all you non-northwesters.)
Jacob and husband.
Marian attempts to keep Alice busy with a stuffed animal.
Throw it again! And again! And again!
Dad and little mum.
Er, I kind of miss this view right now.
Note the extreme dustiness of our dog, who had to have a bath afterward.
Twilight in the woods.