Film photos are the closest thing to memories. They remind us of a specific time and a place but are timeless, unanchored.
I love the magic of taking photos with no idea how they will come out, and seeing them months later as a jumble of places and faces, freed by the darkroom back into my life. I think of my mother’s photo albums, pages on pages of natural beauty the world wide, and only she holds the key to their mysteries.
