I’ve had a roll of Kodak HD 400 sitting in my dad’s Nikon FM2 for (almost) 2 years. I’m a little embarrassed to say that, but at the same time, it provided my day with some awesome.
First off, seeing images I captured two years ago on the same roll that I captured some earlier this week gave me some good insight into how much I’ve learned and grown as a photographer. I’m posting these images despite their some of their poor composition, off exposure, and crazy grain. There is something hidden in this images for me, and maybe they call something inside of you too. I screwed up on the scanning of 3 images, but actually liked the surprise diptychs I came out with. I posted them out of order below. I’ll pretend that was intentional too.
Second, and this is even more personal, is that on this roll of film are two images of Amanda, from a year ago (and a third from a month ago). They are shots from her birthday party at Les Bourgeois in Rocheport, MO. The story line over the years is nothing that either of us could have imagined that day or written for fiction. Seriously. And I wouldn’t change a bit of it.
Film just seems so poetic today.