I’m in Port Vincent for New Year’s. It’s a great place to be. On New Year’s Day there is a Gala Day, with street markets, lots of really shitty but tasty food, a big bouncy castle for the kidlets and really really bad entertainment played over an ancient PA.
It’s brilliant.
We’re staying with friends who live on the main street. Which is nice.
Anyway, around this time of year, what with all the colour and summerness of the place, I like to whack a colour film in my Holga and set out to take that quintessential summer photo.
I took the kids to the beach this morning: my two and our friends’ son. He saw the Holga and wanted to know if it was a real camera. My eldest explained to him that it was a Toy Camera that took real photos.
The boy was trying to look at the back of it. I could tell why.
“Doesn’t it have a screen?” he asked.
“A screen?” I said. “It doesn’t even have batteries.”
