I have not been without a digital point and shoot camera for nearly a decade now. Digital photography suits me well because I’m lazy and also down for instant gratification. But I don’t know, I realized recently that sometimes there is no camera, and you gotta do what you gotta do. When my Panasonic Lumix got yanked halfway through my trip to Spain, I bought a disposable camera for ten bux—and rediscovered the joys of film. Maybe it’s the fact that this camera actually was from the 70s (it was coated in a thick layer of dust upon purchase), but somehow these shots have a genuinely “parents’ photo album” quality…
By the time my nephew was two years old he knew that after every photo was taken he could peek at the shot on the back of the camera (welcome to the digital age!), but if I’d done that with this picture, I’d have discovered that my thumb was covering part of Iker’s body. Instead, it’s just a happy surprise!
A morning hike through avalanche debris at Astun.
And the king-sized-kicker building that followed.
An ancient citadel in downtown Jaca, complete with moat and drawbridge. Those creatures lurking in the shadow are deer.
The work day is over and we can be real damn tourists like everyone else.
Lord of the Ring clouds at Formigal.
Zac and Laura—a cute moment captured…
I drank ice-cold coconut milk here. It was just like heaven…
Acoustic sweetness in the sunshine.