I have always enjoyed good things of life, like wine and cheese, chilling in a hammock, or smelling the good odor of acetic acid. That’s why I decided to grow some weed in my garden, and with it, cook some cute little carrot space cakes.
Fantastic color, nice taste and flying effect. My body used to THC because of casual smoking. But that of my partner wasn’t. So, after tea time and some biscuits began a bad trip for her. You know, tears, panic crisis and tachycardia.
Because of this and my own stoned state, I took a radical decision. I decided to send the evil plant back to hell by burning it. I grabbed a blowtorch and went in the garden with all my stock of sticky buds.
Cruel mistake. I believe I absorbed as much in 25 seconds as I had in the previous 25 years.
Few minutes later began my own epic bad trip. Fortunately I was sufficiently conscious to be able to call my parents to look after my daughters. My partner and me tried to get some rest and let the toxic effect leave us.
One night later, the gigantic amount of THC still was having an impact on me. Surprisingly the effect was still strong and began to affect me in a way I had never felt before. Instead of slowing me and make my behaviour lazy, it was turning me active and psychotic. I decided to go to talk to my boss and demand some vacation time. My job at the time was bothering me, I was getting lumped with tons of crappy tasks and terrible clients. Next terrible decision, I drove my car to work – thank the Lord I didn’t cause an accident! During the trip I made a stop, and at the same time I took the first shot of a brand new freshly loaded roll of Kodak Portra 160.
At the office, the boss wasn’t here. I waited a few minutes(?), said a load of incoherent things to my co-workers and decided to go back to home. But not by car. My home is about 40km form the workplace by car. But just 15km as the crow flies. And in hunting season, what’s better than a little hiking in the forest…?
I gave up my car, grabbed my Makina 67, and started my detox walk. The last house before the wild part of the hills gave me a strange warning. At that moment, I was convinced I’d soon be taking a walk with Rick or Negan…
…except that I was the zombie.
The first part of the path was – apart my suffering brain – peaceful and, well…pleasing. The end of the autumn gave me some wonderful colors which match well with Portra film.
But soon I reached the semi-desert part of the hills. Add to this the well-known weed effect and shouts of insult to hunters, and I found myself with an intense thirst. After some hours of walk, rock climbing and discussion with goats, I managed to approach the ridge line and take a break near a geological landmark. This was the ultimate shot I took – with only a small amount of energy, and without paying any attention to the low speed.
At this point the thirst was too strong. I found a wild boar muddy water reserve and I took a drink. And, for reasons known only to myself at the time, I threw my beloved Makina 67 in to the water. Them after a few more navigational mistakes I was passing on the other side of the mountain range and going back to home, leaving the camera submerged, where I had left it.
I will overlook the rest of my delirium, by just saying that after having punctured a tire of a car with a giant knife, and threatened my partner, police arrived at the house. And then, after having threatened policemen, I got tased and was taken to the psychiatric cell with a straitjacket. Two days of treatment later, I was able to leave the hospital without legal action and finally apologize to my loved ones. But the Makina and the roll of Portra still were still swallowed up where I had left them.
My partner and I took our mountain bikes and went to find the water reserve. We found it. It was very sad. I retrieved the roll of Portra, went back to home and dried out the camera, convinced that it will never take another photo.
I deposited the roll to my local favorite lab – the somewhat tainted images above are what came back.
And what of the camera? Well, the magic of internet helped me find extraordinary guy somewhere in the Alps. And, thankfully, he managed to bring it back from the dead!
Today it remains my favorite camera, I almost only use it, and it provides me fantastic pics.
I also still have a job, a family, and for now, I no longer use marijuana.
…and take a look on my Flickr
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23 thoughts on “Space Cakes, a Roll of Kodak Portra 160 and the Near-Death Experience of my Makina 67”
Flickr superbe !
Oui, j’ai eu aussi des échanges avec le Magicien Docteur es-caméra :o) savoyard…
Ce monsieur se rapproche pour moi du statut de demi-dieu. Il répare même les widelux !
Merci pour votre commentaire, et tant mieux si l’histoire vous a plu !
Ok .. so .. good decision to call the parents to handle the kids. Glad it worked out in the end.
Outstanding. What I would expect of Hunter Thompson had he chosen cameras instead of guns.
Can’t wait for the movie.
Dr. Gonzo would certainly have approved! A great anecdote. Thanks for sharing.
Wow… That was a heck of a story. Mostly speechless, but I will add that those are cool pics. Thanks fir sharing.
The brain boggles… but a whopping’ good story!!
We saw those colors, too, so maybe the mind-altering effects were contagious.
Glad the camera survived.
Parts of this story sound familiar, minus the camera, except it was a group of police doing a ‘controlled burn’ of an entire weedfield that was pre-legal. I don’t remember if it was on TV news, in a Fabulous Furry Freak Brothers comic book, or both. The officers were significantly affected by the air quality.
Wow. Thankfully, I grew up in the 70’s, when all we access to was weak Mexican weed. Mind you, even if it would have been today’s strength, I wasn’t into photography at the time anyway.
Honest, hilarious and frightening at the same time.
Glad you, the family and the camera are all ok.
Gonzo photography! Glad no living creature was harmed.
Astounding. Frightening. Shocking. Amazing. All the good things a story should be.
What a way to take some interesting and unique photos! Thanks for sharing your experience. I however, being conservative, somewhat dull possibly, will choose a different route. But it makes me want to buy a Makina 67!
And I thought weed was harmless 😂. A cracking story, you’ve made me chuckle and I’ve not long woken up.
I’m glad all is now well and there are no charges to face. Good idea calling your parents.
The images that you managed to create that day really are very good and very interesting, I don’t think it worth repeating though.
Thank you for the story.
🤣😂 good one!
This is funny? Driving under the influence? Looking to confront you boss? Your partner so stoned they were incapacitated? Getting so f/uped the grandparents need to take your children? The authorities could have removed your children from your home. You could have lost your job. Your partner could have been hospitalized.
In fact, this experience was, at the time, not funny at all. It was very sad, and even terrifying. For several days, I thought I was crazy forever. I’ve cried a lot when i had my brain back and realised what I’ve done. Today the time has passed so I can tell this story, and maybe put some humor into it. That’s easier to me; and in fact, I do the same with many sad things in my life. I’m not sure that it would have been a better story if I had narrated it under the dark point of view, or with a dose of morality. By reading you, I realise that this story could be understood as an apology to drug use. Just to clarify : this is not.
Thanks for your honest words. I feel i can close your story in my own head now.
How many stupid decisions can one person make in one day? I’m not impressed in the least by your escapades.
Well, under the influence of drug (or alcohol), many !
I don’t know if people who write things here are trying to impress. But this is not my case. The goal wasn’t to impress anyone, but to share an experience.
Greatest two first sentences in the history of 35MMC 😂. Hunter ST would be proud 👏👏👏
There are two things everyone should be aware about as a result of excessive marijuana consumption:
1. Memory loss
Superb yarn and love the pics. Good on you for recovering the camera and getting it fixed – and extra good on you for having the foresight to drop the kids off before removing your brain for the day. These things happen, and I guess the trick is to learn from them. Really enjoyed this piece.