film
Polaroids
100 Strangers
100 Strangers
100 Strangers
100 Strangers
100 Strangers
Film or digital?
100 strangers
Finally! Waited an eternity for film to arrive from Japan after being delayed by the earthquake. I hope the wait was worth it!
I met this picture perfect Japanese couple while walking with my son in Ohouri Kouen, Fukuoka, Japan. They were having their photos taken by a photographer and even though I felt bad for getting in his way, I couldn't go past without asking if I could take a photo. It's been a long time since taking it but I hope they check it out!
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I struggled to find the right photo for my 200th blog post and lost a day or two in feeling most of the photos I had taken were not epic enough. However, this is a photo of something which will soon be resigned to the past. For many people, Polaroids are a complete mystery, to some hipsters and photo enthusiasts they are still something that doesn't have a digital equivalent. It's the photographic equivalent of an LP. The thing is, the slip of paper in the packs that I bought say that Fuji won't be making any more. They might make some small versions still for instant cameras but this was the last model in production that was used by professionals and Polaroid lovers still. I'm going to try not to waste the last few packs I have.
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I met this temple gardener and couldn't believe how hard he worked to make the temple look nice every day. The way into the temple must be 100 metres of gravel which he sweeps several times a day to make sure it looks clean and tidy. He was a friendly guy, enjoyed his job and meeting people from all countries and religions. I don't know how he managed to keep calm after seeing people walking on his freshly raked gravel every day; must be something about Buddhist philosophy. I tried my best to walk on the edge and not leave too much of a mess anyway!
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I met Ichiro while walking with my son carried on my chest through the streets of Hakata. We were waiting at a crossing as I was contemplating whether to head towards Nakasu to take photos or not but figured I had already done enough walking that day and should turn back. As I was waiting at the lights, Ichiro just started talking to me and said my son was cool in Japanese. I asked his name and what he did. He said he was an actor, singer and entertainer. I took it at face value but suspect he spends most of his time entertaining women as a bar host. I asked if I could take a photo and his two friends popped up out of nowhere and joined in. I like how in Japan interactions with people are always polite and enjoyable no matter who you might meet.