I was disappointed with myself for shooting through 3.5 packs of precious and discontinued, black and white peel apart film this past weekend because I believed I had nothing show for it.
It had been awhile since I'd actively shot anything other than my weekly polaroid, I think I was rusty.
I did the cardinal no-no of throwing away photos. Not hastily, (thankfully I'm not that self-destructive), but after two days of those photos sitting on the table in my hotel room with me walking past, assessing and evaluating, I ditched a hefty handful.
There was a lot of shit there. But after that, once I sifted the duds away whilst piling the potentials off to one side, I felt a glimmer of hope that there were images I could use.
And I found them. Eight, solid, potentials, which sounds like a small quantity, but in actuality is a lot. Admittedly, I was a little shocked, as I'd been convincedconvinced myself that there was nothing to show for all that film fired off except three empty cartridges.
There was a lot of shit there. But after that, once I sifted the duds away whilst piling the potentials off to one side, I felt a glimmer of hope that there were images I could use.
And I found them. Eight, solid, potentials, which sounds like a small quantity, but in actuality is a lot. Admittedly, I was a little shocked, as I'd been convinced
I think I had to shoot those duds to get to the gems. I don't think twice when/if I'm shooting digitally, (although I shoot a lot less even digitally because of shooting film), and it is the most compelling reason for me to walk away from analog.
And yet it will never be enough of a reason.
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