Some people curse at Holgas for being temperamental. Holga, of course, doesn’t give a rat’s behind who curses and who doesn’t. And that’s because Holga, as the name suggests, probably since it rhymes with Volga, is likely a princess, a tsarevna, a grand duchess. So you have to make obeisance and pray, may be even sing, to her royal Holganess and perchance she will lift her veil and grant you a look at her ethereal, other worldly beauty.
I am very fortunate. Princess Holga has shown her kindness and taken me to worlds dreamlike, magical hidden behind veiled portals that no plebeian Leica, Pentax, Rollei or Mamiya could ever conjure up.
Arizona has the public reputation to be a bright sunny desert speckled with saguaro and prickly pear. But it has another side. It storms and rains here. There are clouds. There are pine trees. There are mountains and lakes. This other side of Arizona isn’t always visible. You have to get away from the city of Phoenix and the valley of the sun. Naturally, you need a Holga to see this other Arizona.
Come walk with me to the other side:
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