a roll was found from 2019 that I just got back. Ironically, a slide roll (see my ramble about slide film) that was perfectly exposed.
blue moon blanket
you are home
late night summer hustling
hanging with the giants
windburned and happy
a little walk, the two of us
Seth on the Beach
a very good morning
Waking up from a solo camping trip in the pass, clear skies and the birds singing their cheerful songs.
What good is the warmth of summer, without the cold of winter to give it sweetness.
-John Steinbeck, Travels with Charley
what color was the memory?
I just found an old roll of film that I had shot back in 2018. For those who haven’t shot slide film, it’s quite finicky and needs to be carefully metered to achieve good exposure. Each time I load a roll of slide film I convince myself that this time I’ll nail it, but I never really do.
I wonder how memory and color play with one another, especially when using film photography as a tool of reflection. Slide film generally has cooler colors, and I think that changes my relationship to the memory. If I shoot a warmer film, like Kodak Gold or Portra, it seems to paint the past in a different color. Or Fuji, with a greener hue. It’s hard to objectively judge this idea because maybe the memory outweighs the photograph and the color is secondary. I remember reading that the etymology of photography comes from “painting with light.” Maybe the film is the brush, and the strokes do, in some subtle way, change reality’s past.