Before I forget.
Film is mostly out of fashion because an inconvenience, and is mostly in fashion because of a look and/or trend. Or love.
I can’t remember when exactly I got my first camera, but it did shoot on film. It was more or less a point and shoot. It may have been hot pink and had an annoying flash.
When I was high school aged, my mother bought me a film camera – an SLR. I had a mild interest in taking photos, not comparable to the interests and career I have today. I wanted to take photos just like I wrote poetry and prose; there was no goal except to document my feelings and the like of coming of age, or, something I still can not even put a finger on.
Sometimes I look back at the hard copy photos I took on the camera, and think, “How the heck did I do that?” Or, “What was I thinking?”
It doesn’t really matter. All meanings have evolved just as I can see these photos captured via film are eroding. And with eroding of the physical and mental environment comes the fading of those memories.
But here’s what I can say about a few of the photos I captured. And now that they are scanned, perhaps they will not leave me.
Circa 2004.
Some silly photo book from T.J. Maxx. I took the photo in the center; prints of leaves in the dirt road where we live.
From the first roll.
My mom took me to buy it at a photography shop in Greenfield. It was black and white.
Tiny flowers down across the street from my family home near the edge of a swamp; there is a little bee.
Abby was my brother’s cat. We all loved her dearly. She died around when Barack Obama was elected President.
Sophie, the neighbor’s dog, is a bit bigger now, though on the small side. She’s always happy and comes around to say hi.
This little snake caught my attention on an overcast Saturday. The tire prints came from dump trucks at the gravel pit backhoe school up the road.
Foxy was my mom’s beloved dog. She went until she no longer could. Out of focus is my grandmother’s walker; she also went until she no longer could.
