Portra 400 in the rain

I brought the old rangefinder out on the wettest day of the month, mostly because I was tired of waiting for good light. Rain does strange, lovely things to Portra: the colours go muted and warm, reflections fill every shadow, and street lamps bloom into soft halos.

Half the roll is blurry umbrellas and a few frames of the inside of my coat. The other half has a softness I could never get on purpose. Lesson learned: shoot one stop over, keep a cloth in the pocket, and do not be afraid of the weather.