#Eide is the only one taller than her at the start

[sindrias-vizier]

Modern AU - Excerpt - Visit to Istanbul, not Constantinople (Don’t kill me for that please.)

THIS IS A PART OF MY NANOWRIMO PROJECT FOR NOVEMBER. I needed to get back into the swing of writing and this will be added in at some point!

Please note:  I put a lot of research and checked like a million times with my aunt who’s from Turkey (she’s a very dear friend of my mothers who I consider an aunt) about how well written this is to Turkish life, and I fact checked that as well. This is as close as possible as I could get to the real thing!

Word Count: 3,208 words

Waking up to a view of the Golden Horn was quite an experience to Sinbad.

After a twelve hour flight from Portland to London, and then another three and a half hour flight from London to Istanbul, he was blissful when he and Ja’far arrived to the hotel they were staying at while visiting the fabled city.

He had taken a shower and promptly fell asleep on the large, luxurious bed, completely out even before his head hit the pillow.

Ja’far had forgotten to close the curtains over the large, crystal pained windows the night before. When the sun had started coming over the horizon, it had woken Sin up. Amber irises lazily opened, and the first thing that caught his eye was the sun lighting the Golden Horn up, mists gauzy over the blue-gold waters.

Now Sinbad understood why generations of Turks,Greeks and other peoples wanted this city of hills and seas. A view like this, along with the city itself, was completely enchanting.

His thoughts were cut out by the sound of the muezzins call to prayer from the Blue Mosque, and he felt Ja’far shift next to him in their bed.

“Mmm,is it dawn already…?” he sat up,stretching. In the light of the morning, his green eyes were hazy with tiredness. Sin couldn’t help it. Tousled with sleep,lips formed in a pout, he thought that Ja’far was the cutest thing he had ever seen.

“Unfortunately. Did you wake up because of the call to prayer?” Sinbad reached out and wrapped his arms around his husband, pulling his slim body close. Sin kissed Ja’far’s forehead, and the smaller man made a contented and warm sound.

“Mhm. I always do when I come to visit my grandmother. It’s a soothing sound.” Ja’far’s father was Turkish and raised in Istanbul. His mother, and Ja’far’s grandmother, was Nilüfer. His only surviving grandparent on his (long deceased) father’s side, Ja’far had been close to her even after he was adopted by Rurumu and Hinahoho after his biological parents had died. (He had been adopted by them since they and his biological parents were such good friends.)

“But I hope Allah doesn’t mind me not bowing in prayer today, I am too tired and jet lagged.” Ja’far curled up in Sinbad’s embrace, enjoying the feeling of sleeping past dawn for once on a Monday. Sinbad ran a trading partnership with a friend of theirs, Rashid, and consequently they were both awake before the sun was up most days.

This year, on the second to last day of Ramadan – their holy month – Sinbad and Ja’far had left for a vacation for their third wedding anniversary, which fell on the last day of Eid al-Fitr, the celebration of the end of fasting. (Better known as Kurban Bayramı in Turkey.)

And it would be nice to spend it with Ja’far’s extended family in Istanbul.

“I’m glad fasting is almost over. It was chaos being at work at lunch time when we couldn’t eat. It was nice Rashid could join in on us working though – we got more work done in this last month than I thought possible.” Rashid, like his two friends, was also Muslim, though a little more lax than most. His son Alibaba was taught to choose his own religion, since he didn’t want to force anything on him.

Sinbad grinned. “Taking a vacation and you talk about work, how romantic.”

Ja’far rolled his eyes. “I know, I know, Ramadan isn’t over yet. Maybe we can spend the day sleeping until sunset -” Sinbad was cut off by the ringing of Ja’far’s cellphone.

“Grandmother?” Ja’far switched to Turkish, the sound lovely to Sinbad’s ears. He enjoyed hearing his husband talk in the language Ja’far loved so much. “Ah, yes we’re in Istanbul. We’re at the hotel right now and thinking of sleeping the day away until before the celebration starts at sunset. And yes, we brought Aladdin.”

Aladdin was their adopted son, and sleeping in the room next to theirs. At seventeen years old, they felt him too old to sleep in the same room as them while they were visiting in Turkey. He was adopted shortly after they were married when they were twenty one and Aladdin fourteen.

“We will be at the house around… seven or so? We’ll get ready around six and drive over.” Ja’far smiled at the excited tone his grandmother used. At seventy four she was extremely youthful, and he adored her.

“Yes yes, I love you too.Can’t wait to see you.” he hung up. Ja’far was just putting the phone back on the nightstand when Aladdin peeked in. The sleepy teenager was almost as tall as Sinbad, and taller than Ja’far was now (a sore point since he had known Aladdin since he was very very small).

“Breakfast?” Aladdin was raised in the Jewish faith by his biological parents before them and, as a rule, Sinbad and Ja’far didn’t force him to adhere to their religious month of fasting.

“There’s a restaurant down in the lobby that opens in half an hour – hold on.” Ja’far reached over and rummaged around in the jeans he wore the night before. He took out forty Turkish lira.

“It’s relatively inexpensive, so that should be enough for breakfast and lunch – and remember, your grandmother will have a huge spread for the celebrations later so don’t eat too much at lunch.” He reached over and gave his son an affectionate kiss on the cheek.

“We will be sleeping until four or so and leaving at five. So don’t bother us until around then.” Ja’far smiled at him. “Do some of the summer work your teacher assigned you, yes? I know you have your laptop with you. Try and do as much as you can, since we plan on going to the Asian side of Istanbul tomorrow to visit other family, and we still have a few weeks ahead of us for exploring around here.”

Aladdin nodded and smiled. “Sleep well~”

Ja’far fell back onto the bed after the door shut. He was thankful Sinbad had drawn the heavy curtains shut, darkening the once sun-bright room, and promptly joined him back in bed.

After that, they slept the hours between the first dawn to four PM in relative comfort, only awakened by the sound of a beeping alarm. Refreshed, Ja’far rose from the bed to shower himself before Sinbad was able to snatch the bathroom for himself. He heard his husband grumbling about it on the others ide of the door and Ja’far resisted the urge to giggle.

“I’m faster than you.” Ja’far said, coming from the bathroom just ten minutes after entering the shower. “Besides, why do you need one? You took one last night -”

“I just want to look nice, that a crime?” he laughed, and stole the shower back for himself. Ja’far turned the TV on to the news, and got dressed. He thanked goodness that his hair was short and just needed minor brushing, and he was good to go. Wearing a loose fitting traditional Turkish shirt of soft green linen, embroidered in gold thread; and a yelek, a vest made of bright yellow and embroidered with silver. These were only for the special occasion, since he generally dressed in a more relaxed fashion away from work.

“You look amazing, as usual.” Sinbad popped his head out and grinned. His long dark purple hair was saturated with water, and the distinct smell of his sandalwood soap smacked Ja’far in the face when he opened the door.

“Flatterer! You have ten minutes to get ready.” he laughed when Sin stuck his tongue out at him, and popped back in the bathroom, presumably to start the process of getting dressed. Ja’far decided to go over and check on Aladdin and see if he was dressed and ready to go.

Aladdin didn’t disappoint. Even if he was dressed as a normal teenager – a graphic tshirt, jeans and boots – Ja’far knew that would be alright. His grandmother would still hug him close and smother him with kisses, formal attire or not.

“Pops ready to go?” Aladdin called Ja’far dad and Sinbad pops – for some reason it irritated Sin to no end, and made him feel old even though he was only twenty four years old.

“Ready as he will ever be. That man lives to rush places, I swear to – you know what I mean.” Aladdin laughed at Ja’far’s exasperated response. He knew they loved each other even if they did argue quite a bit.

“Grandma is excited to see us all, I can feel it.” Aladdin said on the way to their (rented) car. Sinbad had finally been ready to go at exactly two fifty (much to Ja’far’s annoyance) and they were in the car by six PM.

Traversing the streets of Istanbul was interesting, with twists and turns, on their way to the quarter of the city the family home was in.

Nilüfer Aga lived in a house that had belonged to her husband’s family for generations; Ja’far was named for his grandfather, who was Egyptian and Turkish in ethnicity.

The name Aga came from the word for ‘leader’ in Ottoman Turkish, since his family going back generations were apart of the old Ottoman Empire’s government and one of his ancestors was married to a sister of Sultan Suleiman the Lawgiver (called the Magnificent in the west) himself.

Ja’far rarely talked about this, considering it was something in the past. Though part of him, frankly, was somewhat proud to know that on his father’s side he was related to a just and good ruler. He held an affection for the city of his father’s birth, since he had come there every other summer (the other summers spent with his mother’s parents in their home in Dublin,Ireland.) and as a result knew the city by heart.

“Sin, you’re going the wrong way-”

“It’s the long way, and much prettier. Besides we have time before the sun goes down anyways.” he flashed a charming smile at his husband, who rolled his eyes.

“The sun sets earlier here than back home, doesn’t it?” Aladdin said in the backseat. Growing up in the pacific northwest, he was used to the sun setting anywhere from nine thirty to ten PM. Long summer twilights meant lots of playing for him, even at this age.

“Well we’re farther north than here.” Ja’far smiled. “But it’s just as bright with all the lights here in the city. I forget this is your first trip here.”

“Remember when Grandma came all the way from Turkey for your wedding and walked away with a great grandson too?” Aladdin grinned. Even though the events surrounding his adoption was painful, he was happy it was Sheba’s dear friend that gained custody of him. He had already taken to calling Ja’far his second mother (as a joke of course) from a super young age, spending days sitting at his table from elementary school.

Aladdin had come into their home a year before Sinbad and Ja’far had married, originally Ja’far as Aladdin’s legal guardian after his parent’s disappearance. (No one had known what happened, since their car was found outside of town, no valuables taken, even Solomon and Sheba’s phones still in the console of the car.)

Ja’far and Sinbad had been married the year after they disappeared, saddened by the absence of their friends, but still glad in the fact that Aladdin had been kept in their circle. Four years after their disappearance he still missed his parents, but he was happy he had his adoptive parents.

“I told you this was too long-”

“Nothing is happening yet, Ja’far, calm yourself. You’re worse than flighty hen.” “‘Flighty hen’? Who are you calling a ‘flighty hen’?” Ja’far was tempted to give his husband what for but realized he was driving out of the city and to quarter his grandmother lived in, named Yeniköy. It was located on the very sea line of the Bosphorus strait. The only reason they weren’t staying there instead of a hotel was the fact that Ja’far liked his privacy, and did not relish his nosy family learning all of his and Sinbad’s habits.

(Also its extremely distressing when your husband gets handsy in the house one considered their childhood home. No thank you, he liked to think his grandfather still resided in the home spiritually and that wouldn’t be fun for him to see, would it?)

Unlike most of the homes in the quarter, it was spaced evenly away from its neighbors. Lawns of emerald green surrounded the home, up until it came to the marble quay that had only the one caïque his grandmother preferred to use over a car.

The sun was just starting to set over the city when they pulled in through the gates of Nilüfer’s home. Already there were the cars of the various aunts, uncles and cousins on both her side and her husbands side; she was considered the Matriarch of their family, and thusly many people gathered in her home for holidays, birthdays and even weddings.

“Ready?” Ja’far asked Aladdin as the teen got out of the car. His eyes darted around, nervous about the amount of cars and the probable amount of people that were gathered there.

“Little bit. Everyone here I don’t think I’ve met...” he trailed off.

“Well you know Grandmother, Aunt Nermin, Uncle Ibrahim and their children -”

“That’s about it.” Aladdin was still following behind his parents, however, even if he was nervous. The double doors, made of a sweet smelling cedar wood, opened with a heavy creaking sound.

“Hadji! You’re still here!” Ja’far couldn’t help but smile at the small, wizened man smiling at him at the door. From some of his earliest memories of his grandmothers house, this man has long been her companion and her butler. He remembered a rumor saying after his grandfather died before he was even born, he had been her lover. He dismissed the accusation, since Hadji had nothing but respect for his best friend.

“As long as Lady Nilüfer is here, I shall ever be here, young master.” with his formal speech came a twinkle in his eye. Ja’far adored him, and he was like a grandfather to him and all the grandchildren and great grandchildren that peopled the family.

“Ah! I’m rude. Hadji, this is Aladdin. You’ve already met Sinbad.” Ja’far was more than grateful that his family accepted him – he knew that Nilüfer would no matter what, since he was her favorite grandchild – but it was Hadji’s acceptance of his husband that made it all the better.

“Still looks like a rascal, even in those nice clothes.” he smiled, ushering them in. The smell of cooking food hit the pair hard, since the hadn’t eaten since coming into Istanbul the night before.

“I smell so much good food – If I don’t eat soon, I’ll perish.” Sinbad muttered.

“Today is the last day, so you’ll be fine. Besides, we got a lot of work done this month!” Ja’far said brightly. Sinbad sent him a dirty look.

“Stop bringing work up on vacation -”

“Can’t stop, won’t stop~” Ja’far grinned mischievously at his husband. It was the last day of fasting, and it was time to celebrate. True, the true partying would happen tomorrow, but his family always started the night before since they could sleep the day away next morning.

He could hear the sounds of laughing people from the largest chamber in the house, and he followed the noises, familiar sounds of old and new Turkish mixed together, songs being sung, and even a joke or two.

“Ah! You’re here!” he felt his grandmother’s arms wrap instantly around him, and he held the small, delicate looking woman close. Nilüfer didn’t look a day over sixty, despite her years. Her hair was the same shade of blond as her grandson’s, albeit with more silvery strands. However, where his eyes were a leafy, emerald green, hers blazed a green-gold color that was lively as a young woman’s. There were faint lines here and there, but all around she was still just as beautiful as any woman in the world.

“Grandmother.” Ja’far felt himself tear up, realizing just then how much he actually missed this elegant, imperious woman. She was the person he adored above all people in his family.

“My lion, how I missed you so.” she patted his cheek. “You’ve grown even more handsome since the last time I saw you. I don’t miss that elated, happy look in your eyes, Ja’far. I’m glad for it.” There was a small silence between them, him just hugging her close, like any grandchild would do after not seeing their grandparent after years of separation. She set him back, looking him up and down.

“You look more like your mother with every passing year. The only thing of my family in you is the coloring of your hair, but its not bad. She was a beautiful woman and I miss her as much as I miss your father.” she sighed. He patted her shoulder.

“We brought Aladdin with us. We know how much you adore him.” Ja’far pulled him close to his grandmother, and smiled when he got the hugging and kissing treatment, much to the teens embarassment.

“Ja’far!” came the call from his favorite aunt, Nermin. One of the first people to accept his marriage to Sinbad, she was a bright ray of sunshine, and eased his way into coming out to his extended family. While some grumbled, the overwhelming vote was happy for him and for Sinbad.

“Hello Au-” he was cut off by being smothered with kisses, and he felt more like a small boy than an adult man.

“Aunt!” he sounded so embarrassed when he finally escaped her embrace, realizing he was smiling about the same thing happening to Aladdin. He laughed.

“Still beautiful as ever! Do you ever age?”

“Ask yourself that, you still look like a teenager!” Nermin grinned. “We all seem to age slowly, don’t we? One asks if we have found the fountain of youth! Keh keh!” It was a running family joke that all of the Aga family line had been given a sip from the fabled fountain of youth at birth, thus securing a slow aging process.

“Oh yes, I do don’t I?” he smiled.

Sinbad had sat back and watched for a little while, letting Ja’far interact with any and all family members, and couldn’t help but smile. He was happy, even energetic, despite his lack of food and still suffering from jet lag.

Ja’far wouldn’t own up to it, but he thrived when surrounded by family. He would always brighten when there were gatherings, even if they were at their friends houses. Then again, friends were family, weren’t they?

The sun and finally sunk below the horizon line before anyone knew it; and everyone spilled out into the warm, Anatolian night for dinner. 

Everything from roasted lamb to rice and vegetables drenched in olive oil covered the tables; Turkish tea and coffee scented the air. Laughter was swept up into the night as the rest of Istanbul celebrated the night that preceded the end of the fast.

[jam-esc]

About two weeks ago, I came across this post on Twitter:

pervadere #FunkyAF #SummerFilmParty [Sprocket Rocket, Cinestill 50D] pic.twitter.com/ye68ObcRRD

— kim (@kimmiechem2) June 20, 2017

I liked the photo and left a  comment, and Kim replied:

Definitely recommend the Sprocket Rocket to panos lovers. Cheap & cheerful. Definitely is a light hog, however. 🙃

— kim (@kimmiechem2) June 22, 2017

About an hour of research, an hour of hunting for a good price, a debit card number, and 4 days later, I was unboxing yet another toy…

The day before the Sprocket Rocket arrived, Hamish Gill posted an interesting article about his Hasselblad X-pan and why he sold it after only 5 rolls (well, 5 rolls and 18 months).

He bought the X-pan because he thought “…it had the potential to provide me with a unique perspective, that it might challenge my framing, enable me to shoot frames that felt cinematic, and even give me a sense of medium format photography…” but then never shot with it. At $75, my investment in the Sprocket Rocket is not so high, and if I don’t end up using it much, I’m not out much. Plus, while I think the Sprocket Rocket has the potential to provide a unique perspective, challenge my framing, and encourage cinematic feel in my images, I bought it for the fun as much as anything, so I’m not sure I can lose, or, not in the same way as Hamish did with his X-pan.

I was particularly interested in Gill’s general comments around panoramic photography—in particular the “landscape trap”��and I tried (and will try) to keep it in mind when playing with the Sprocket Rocket. 

And with that, the mail carrier arrived, and I got to unboxing…

Now, I really don’t need another camera, but the Sprocket Rocket is one of the most interesting-looking and different cameras I’ve seen in awhile.

Lomography took inspiration from (or ripped off) an old bakelite camera from the late 1930s and early 1940s, made in Chicago, and marketed under about 20 different names, and this gave the camera a fun and funky sort of Art Deco feel that I really love.

With a groovy design in hand, Lomography modified the insides in several ways ways. Where those old cameras had a 50mm fixed lens and produced 4x3cm negatives on 127 film, the Sprocket Rocket has a 30mm lens and captures 36 x 72mm (or 24x72mm) panoramic negatives on 35mm film.

Now, I’ve seen and been intrigued by the cameras like the Hasselblad XPan and Fuji TX-1 and TX-2, and medium format 6x17cm cameras like the the Fuji GX617, Linhof Technorama 617, and other, less famous (and less expensive) panoramic cameras, but couldn’t ever see needing that format, especially for the price.

But at $75, I couldn’t really resist the Sprocket Rocket.

Now, comparing the Sprocket Rocket, another hunk of plastic from Lomography, with precision engineered marvels like the Fuji cameras that I’ve never used may sound silly, but bear with me…

A 90mm lens on a 617 format camera produces negatives that cover about a 90° area of view. The 30mm lens for the Hasselblads and Fujis  cover 94°. But the Sprocket Rocket gives 103° of coverage, and produces negatives 8mm wider (and 10mm taller) than the fancy ‘blads and Fujis.

Sure, it’s all plastic and only has one shutter speed (or two, if you count Bulb) and 2 rather limited apertures, but still.

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Speaking of apertures, Lomography claims the cloudy setting is f/10.8 and the sunny setting is f/16, but virtually eveyone (including Kim, above) claims the camera is light hungry, and the User Manual is explicit. From the section titled “How to Achieve Correct Settings:”

These settings have been designed for using 400 ISO film speed.

Also, under “Trouble Shooting:”

Q: I only got a few images on my roll, and most of them are very dark. A: Most probably you have been underexposing your images or even using slow speed 100 ISO film. Try out a 800 ISO film which is more light sensitive and be sure to use the B shutter in shade and indoor to get more light on the film. A flash will also brighten up any pictures (sic.), day or night!

Now, with a fixed shutter speed of 1/100th and an aperture of f/16, the Sunny 16 rule would indicate proper exposure with ISO 100 film. If you need 400 speed film in bright daylight, then the shutter speed must be faster than 1/100th, or the aperture smaller than f/16, or I don’t understand the Sunny 16 rule.

Jamie Zucek ran some tests on Provia 400: Sprocket Rocket vs. Nikon F100 with 20mm lens. He guessed the apertures to be more like f/16 and f/22.

Not wanting to “waste” any film, I threw caution (and manufacturer suggestions) to the wind and bulk loaded a couple of rolls of Konica Pro 160. I figured late June in North Texas would give plenty of bright, sunny days, and even f/22 at 1/100th should be decent enough on ISO 160 film.

And I was right, mostly.

I started out shooting sprockets, as the camera was designed for. I shot in bulb mode a good bit, trying to err on the side of overexposure, rather than under, and it almost worked.

A selfy, handheld for 10 seconds on the Cloudy setting, turned out surprisingly well.

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But, in general, the Sprocket Rocket really is surprisingly light hungry. Here, for example, are two shots, taken back to back about 1 in the after noon on a very bright day, the first on cloudy, the second on sunny. There are clouds visible, but the sun was out and almost directly overhead. It was bright out, and hot.

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You can see a bit of flare in the center of the frame. The sun was well out of frame, but still high above. I guess flare is to be expected from a plastic lens, but it’s a pleasant-enough flare, and only popped up in these two frames. (The wild colors in the cloudy shot probably came from bulk loading: the first frames on almost every bulk roll I load are fogged, I think because I’m rolling into old canisters, maybe they’re no longer light tight, or maybe the loading does something to the felt? No idea, but it happens on every roll: I lose about 10″ of film to red fog.)

Even with these, though, underexposure continued unabated… These two, for example, were shot in what I considered broad daylight on, but were somewhat underexposed. Sure, I was in shade, but the sun was blasting the scene. The first was shot about 2pm, and the sun wasn’t overhead, but hadn’t disappeared behind nearby skyscrapers yet; the second was later in the day, maybe 3:30 or 4, and partially blocked by my neighbor’s house, but why is the sky a stop or two under?

This one, shot under evening window light, was way underexposed at 2 seconds on the cloudy setting. I still like it, but it’s really a shame: my darling, adorable wife had some great henna tattoos on her darling, adorable hands for Eid, and I didn’t get this roll developed in time to realize how far off it was.

(The red line and creases in the above two came from some issues I had with humidity in the dark bag while loading: I think they add some interest that wouldn’t be there otherwise.

With a little massage after scanning, I did get some acceptable shots, all on the cloudy setting, if my notes can be believed. They’re still off, but closer.

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I was pleasantly surprised by the long exposure I took to finish off the roll on my drive into work one morning. I think this was handheld for about 15 seconds.

I really wish I could hold cameras steady in the car at 75mph… Alas.

After that first roll, I inserted the mask, and shot another roll sprocket-less. I won’t bore you with too many of the details, but I like the sprocket-less shots. Pure pano, with no distraction or hipster stuff. I like the extra height from the sprockets, though, and it might be worth trying some unperforated film, if I can find some in 400 speed.

I had some underexposure issues with these too, and learned my lesson about “slow” film in the Sprocket Rocket. (I shot a roll Labeauratoire [kromiəm] 500 at the 4th of July parade that came out a bit better, and God willing I’ll share some shots from that next week.)

So, the Sprocket Rocket.

For $75, it makes a great gateway to the world of Panoramic photography. The plastic lens is surprisingly sharp, for a plastic lens, and the camera is, indeed, cheap and cheerful. I had loads of fun with it, and look forward to putting many more rolls through it.

There is some bad to the camera, as fun as it is. It distorts horribly, but if you know how to work it, you can manage. I haven’t gotten there yet, but I can imagine ways to work with it. It’s imperative to keep the camera level, though, or to keep any horizontal or vertical lines near the middle of the frame.

In the same vein, vertical panoramas are really hard to pull off. They’re just too tall, and the distortion is, again, atrocious.

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Portraits could be interesting, and I can imagine some interesting results with some slow, fine grained film (and high-powered, wide angle strobes). Maybe something like Robert Longo’s Men in the Cities series… I need to write that down.

And one last issue that I haven’t run into yet comes from the frame counter thing.

  On the left side, looking down from the top, between the rewind knob and the flash shoe, there are two circular depressions with little holes in. The one nearest the flash shoe displays the frame numbers; the one near the rewind knob shows a little white dot when you’ve wound far enough for a new frame. This dot is tiny and goes by really quickly, so you must pay close attention when winding.

But those are all just minor complaints: for what it is, primarily a means to shoot sprockets and super-wide angle panoramas, the Sprocket Rocket is great, and it’s cheap enough and as well built as a plastic camera can be. It’s also surprisingly fun and easy to use.

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Overall, I give the Sprocket Rocket a solid 4

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You can pick up brand new ones in a variety of fun colors for $90 direct from Lomography, or brave the wilds of eBay and the internets for used or grey market versions. Lomo was out of stock of the black one when I was shopping, but a nice Chinese firm shipped me one for $75, and if you’re patient, you can probably find one cheaper.

If you want to try out panoramic photography or shoot sprockets, there’s really not a better way, imo… There may be sharper or more optically well-corrected options, but none go as wide, as cheaply as the Sprocket Rocket.

Enter the Sprocket Rocket About two weeks ago, I came across this post on Twitter: pervadere #FunkyAF #SummerFilmParty pic.twitter.com/ye68ObcRRD — kim (@kimmiechem2) …