As busy as my life is right now, working out of two offices about a mile apart is a blessing. Rather than worry about parking (or lack thereof) or burning more precious fuel, I more often than not choose to travel that distance on foot. For 15-20 minutes, I am outdoors, measuring my footfalls on the sidewalk, removed from the stresses of my day. And my Focal Micro 110 is in my hand.

When I received my first set of prints, I was somewhat disappointed. 110 doesn't perform well in extreme light. My cheap plastic toy camera doesn't produce a clear image when photographing close up or a wide view of a scene. Really, the camera and the film require a delicate balance of light and distance from the subject. The viewfinder is inaccurate. Most of the pictures on the roll didn't come out how I had envisioned them.

Still, I've kept taking photos with the 110. After my initial disappointment over not having a whole roll of strikingly beautiful pictures, I've decided I should embrace this little silver and black piece of plastic. All silliness aside, I am developing a new eye and finding new pictures. It's no longer about meticulously engineering depth of field and precise compositions. It's about feel. It's about relinquishing some control to the camera and realizing that, plastic and all, it's going to have the final say.

(House hunting and wedding planning are beginning to take over my life for the months of March, April and May, but I'm still trying to keep adding images to Flickr. See a few of my 110 shots here.)