Haven’t had a chance to visit Mt. Tam all summer, so dolefully, we trudged out during the only time of year it was supposed to wind. The hills were fiercely windy and gloomy; the skies were angry and grey, pairing decently with the yellowed grass of the hills. It was pretty, it was cold. Cinestill 50D surprised me, and the Mamiya RB67 - the forlorn camera - was a pleasure to use.