It sits silently waiting for its time to shine. All that potential, all that dreamy vivid colours just redundant beneath the lens. light compact, it fits snugly in his hands. Unable to feel the wight he wields it with ease. Turning here, shooting there, fast and reliable. It was neglected. A few days ago, he picked it up, wondering why he had it in the first place. A pleasant surprise, the ease of shooting, the simple controls the unlimited possibilites for creative control. He is mesmerized. Never leaves his side. Simple things turn beautiful through the plastic eye. A splash of colour, a stretching of bright lights, a twin set of images, it is pleasing to the eye. Take it, use it, adore it; shoot people, animals, flowers, objects; in the sun, in the sky, in bright lights, in the dark, in the red light, in blue. In the end what it turns out is what is truly you. This has been an ode to my Holga 135.