To turn 27. A year of film photography. Casual walks, dinner foodtrips, golden hours. Days passed by with me lugging around with my old cameras and film. I have always yearned for something to call mine. I'm assuming everyone does. And I'm guessing too that this is innate, something that runs through our veins -- to hold on to something and deem it ours. A natural act to survive.
I have found mine in film. It's a joy, my joy. Despite the inquisitive looks I get the moment I hold a camera up to my face, their usual doubts as to how something primitive is still surfacing the modern times, and the little jokes you get for using something vintage. Despite that. No amount of doubt can break my love for film :)
The film days are numbered, they say. And that's exactly why this is a great time to live and shoot with film!
:) wise words!
ReplyDeleteIs it your birthday? If so, happy birthday!
Exactly a week ago, Katie :) But thank you!!
ReplyDeleteI feel the same way about the "inquisitive" looks you get which makes me more proud to bring out my smaller but heavier film cams! :)
ReplyDeleteGood for you! :)
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