I remember...

I love my holga camera. It's small, lightweight, made of plastic and easily fits in my purse or backpack. It's the perfect companion for mundane wanderings or impromptu shooting adventures around town. Even though city scenery in early spring can be quite boring, all you need is a Holga to make anything look a little more interesting.

It also reminds me of my teens, when I would carry my little plastic point and shoot camera everywhere. I documented everything: my house, my neighbourhood, my friends, and all the places we went to. It really was boring, I guess you could say. But now, looking back at all my old 4x6 photos (printed at wal-mart and black's no less), I'm forever grateful for immortalizing all those moments from my teens. In the moment they may have seem like any old day that didn't mean much, but the fact that I felt the need to capture every moment with my camera makes me think that I probably knew deep down inside that those moments meant a bit more than we realized.

These photos that I took with my Holga remind me of that. Just plain old life, with nothing that grandiose about it. That's what photography is sometimes, remembering even the littlest unimportant details that often go unrecognized.




Posted by f/action member, Gabrielle Touchette.