The Kiosk, Nassau Street

The fog and dim light seemed like a good day to use Kosmo Foto Agent Shadow.

As I walked north along the southeastern side of Nassaudense near Palmer Square, the viscous fog enveloped me like a comforting blanket. The air was thick with moisture, and the heavy veil of mist muffled the sound of my footsteps. The Kiosk, a small wooden kiosk surrounded by benches, was barely visible in the haze, but its familiar silhouette was visible in the dim light.

 Kiosk at Palmer Square, Winter, Fog
Monday 26 December 2022 · Minolta XD-11 · MD Rokkor-X 45mm F2

I could feel the dampness of the fog on my skin and the chill in the air. The usually bustling shopping mall was eerily quiet as if the mist had dampened all sound and movement. Usually so vibrant and full of life, the trees were now ghostly apparitions, their branches and leaves shrouded in the mist. A man stood up from the bench and walked away, head down, staring at his electronic brick.

As I continued walking, I felt like I'd entered a different world of mystery and enchantment. The fog had transformed the familiar into something strange and new, and I walked more slowly, savouring each moment in this ethereal realm.

11 August 2022

"Marcel the Shell with Shoes On" was showing at 4:30 PM at the Princeton Garden Theatre.

The Princeton Garden Theatre is Princeton Township’s only movie theatre. It shows first-run movies such as "Everything, Everywhere, All At Once". It’s a non-profit theatre. I’ve never seen a movie here during the 25 years I have lived in the area. It looks small.

Kodak Ektar 100. Lab developed. Home scanned VueScan and converted with Negative Lab Pro.

Milk and Cookies

After finishing my coffee at Sakird Coffee Roaster, I stood on the Nassau Street sidewalk near my parked car, trying out Fuji X Weekly’s Ilford XP2 Super 400 Film Simulation. I was intentionally underexposing to bring down the highlights. I was just about to get back in my car when I heard a voice: Are you taking my picture?.

I looked up and saw her standing there; all dressed up.

I apologised: I’m an amateur, not a professional.
She quickly responded: Well, I’m a professional if you know what I mean.

I didn’t know how to respond. I smiled and stepped back to frame her. She posed, and I pushed the shutter. She walked away before I could think to ask her name.