Something about a print. Something about the feeling of a photograph that isn’t just equatable to zeros and ones. Something about a negative. Something about the scanned in grain, dirt, and dust. Film is certainly annoying. It isn’t for the impatient. I’m impatient. Sometimes I hate it. Sometimes.
Other times, I find a negative. The process of going from the negative to a print really is something.
I remember thinking that with this photo. I remember the process of making it work. It’s a tangible experience. I haven’t any time for Lightroom. Ironically I feel like I haven’t got the patience for it.
The photo itself was taken near my hometown in Newfoundland. A small town. I can’t figure out if the spot in the distance is a bird or dust. I’m not sure it matters. I remember the rolling waves and the smell of the sea. Somehow, for me, film lends itself to such tangibility. This negative was there with me. This scene was exposed onto that 35mm strip and will be there forever.
I miss this place.
People often compliment me for being able to mimic film in digital. I’m happy I’m able to. I like the look of it. For me though, it’s never the same. It isn’t the same because the image I end up with never really was more than a figment of an alternative reality. It doesn’t feel real.
This is probably why I always end up back with a roll of film and an old camera. Whatever digital camera I buy ends up being replaced. It isn’t the same with film. I don’t feel the same way about it.
It really is more about the memory.
Iksan, South Korea.