Film photos are the closest thing to memories. They capture a specific time and a place but are timeless and unanchored.
I love the magic of taking photos, capturing them in this black box with no way of knowing how they will come to be, and then seeing them months later as a jumble of places and faces, freed by the chemical darkroom back into my life.
I think of my mother’s photo albums, pages on pages of natural beauty the world wide, and how only she will ever know all their mysteries.
