Private Thoughts Made Public

Surfing the net one evening, following hyperlink to hyperlink. That’s how I found out about lomography. Lomo-what? Yeah, that’s what I thought at first. Why lomography and not photography? Don’t know. What’s all the fuss about? Don’t know. I told my cousin Sylvia about it. Showed her the site. She didn’t know either. But she didn’t forget about it. Ten days later she saw one of these for sale, looking lonely and forgotten in a display case in a souvenir shop in a concert hall in Manchester. She called me. “Do you want it?” she asked. “How much is it?” I asked, ever the skinflint. “Fifteen quid” she replied. “Go for it” I instructed her.
That’s how I became a lomographer. Check out my first efforts here.
Photography is an everlasting memory of past events. Lomography is art. Make your own rules and learn to see the world through your own eyes again.