Evan

That's my name, but that's not me in the picture. I'm always taken aback when I meet people with my own name. It gives me the creeps — not the person necessarily, but the experience.

While we have the same name, the similarities end there. No, wait. He wears glasses, I wear glasses. No, that's about it. I don't have tattoos or pierced ears. No, wait. He likes photography. I like photography.

I was taking pictures of the busker when he asked me if I knew any places that sold used medium format cameras. He couldn't help but notice me cradling the Salyut in my hands. Then again, who could miss the thing, it's HUGE (sort of. relatively speaking, that is.) I gave him a tipoff, and then he obliged to have his picture taken.

This is another weird, foggy shot taken with that Superia stock. I'm still not quite sure what to make of it. Mind you, the sun was at my back (or somewhat overhead and behind me) when I took this. I'll have to see how other Superia rolls come back, as compared to my usual favorite (Ektachrome VS) from the Salyut. Then again, maybe there's something going on with the camera backs (I have two).

Okay, enough of this fascinating technical talk/speculation already.