Amongst other things @lexi-edwoods - Tumblr Blog

Bro-skis #blackandwhite #filmphotography #sisters (at Stover Country Park) https://www.instagram.com/p/BssejHpDjVNwX13U6ehUpRMwwONOenjUyo4QEo0/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=u55dg1xtegd8

#blackandwhite #filmphotography #sisters

I'm not ready for winter 😭 Shot on my Rollei 35B in Bath just as the last frost had lifted... #filmphotography #rollei35b (at Bath, Somerset) https://www.instagram.com/p/BnvXzv7nEi83fQ51DJAvPjXWBB-UD39iBQGesQ0/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1g5586z3li4ia

#filmphotography #rollei35b

myanalogphotography

Portugal, Algarve

Yahsica Mat 124G

Kodak Tri-X 400

BLOG: https://rollartanalog.blogspot.com

shorteststory

These are my 9 favourite pieces from The Shortest Story so far. I’m so, so proud of what I’ve built with this project. It’s made me love writing fiction again.

Right now I’m Kickstarting a book of 88 of these stories, including:

13 stories narrated by Cecil Baldwin, voice of Welcome to Night Vale, who narrated the trailer

Incredible guest authors, including Robert Shearman (Doctor Who), Helen Marshall (Hair Side, Flesh Side) and Shawn Coss (Any Means Necessary, Cyanide and Happiness)

I’d love if you could check out the book or boost this post. You can also read an album of my 30 best stories on Imgur right now, including unreleased material! Thanks so, so much.

myanalogphotography

Iceland by film.

Yashica Zoomtec 105

Kodak Tri-X 400

Epson V600

BLOG: rollartanalog.blogspot.com/

Guys and Dolls #falmouth #dukesanddames #neon (at Falmouth, Cornwall)

#neon #dukesanddames #falmouth

grupaok

Hank Willis Thomas, Kama Mama, Kama Binti (Like Mother to Daughter), 1971/2008

untxt

Photo of the Day by kleeblatt

💭🏖️ #analogphotography #dianafplus #filmphotography #toycamera #nofilter #falmouth #blueskies (at Gylly Beach Café)

#dianafplus #analogphotography #filmphotography #nofilter #toycamera #blueskies #falmouth

Finally got this film developed! Falmouth, last August. (at Gyllyngvase Surf Life Saving Club)

qcknd

I’ve never been an angry person. If anything I’ve always been painfully ‘go with the flow.’ I believe patience is my virtue and because of this I probably let too many things go. I was never an angry person. Sure I talk shit, and I raised my voice once in Chicago, but blamed the Philly in me and wrote it off. I feel it now though. The highs and the striking lows. I read earlier today that no generation is more in touch with their feelings than our own. But how can I let something out that feels so absolutely violent and unknown to me? The night Ryan died I rode to the river. I let it get dark, locked my bike and walked to the concrete edge. All alone I held my water, a whistle, and screamed into my sweatshirt, balancing myself over the edge. I cried and screamed until it was too dark to bike home. Since then I don’t know what transformation my soul has gone through. Why did I let hate in my heart? And how do I get it out? I don’t know.

rcairns

Rebecca Cairns

leicafeed

Glamour

humansofnewyork

“It was a tsunami. In April of ’82 there was an article in the New York Times about a new gay cancer, and everyone thought ‘oh well.’ I was in my twenties. I wasn’t worried about a thing. But then every week you started to hear about somebody becoming ill. My boss was one of the first. He was a famous florist. He went into the hospital on Thanksgiving and was dead by Easter. I lost most of my friends. A lot of the first men to die were privileged. They were closeted, corporate white men. During the day they were bankers but at night they’d hit the leather clubs and bars. But they learned their privilege didn’t matter after they got sick. They were just ‘gay.’ We had to fight for AIDS to be recognized by the government. We joined together with people of color, and junkies, and prostitutes. It was a beautiful thing, really. Our feminist lesbian sisters taught us how to protest because they’d been doing it for decades. They showed us how to organize meetings, and bring people together, and force the government to the table—things we’d never had to think about as white men.”