Yesterday I burned through a ten pack of film. Afternoon light shone like golden egg yolk through the kitchen window. Stuck in a slim glass, valentine flowers bloomed and wilted on the table. I picked up my camera and didn’t stop clicking until that familiar edginess to make a photograph faded.
I pulled the last tab through the camera, counted 170 seconds, then peeled the film apart. Upon first glance, nothing. I couldn’t find that sense I felt. A place of turning. Winter toward spring. Sorrow into conviction. I stepped back, walked away for a few minutes, then returned. Lined up on the table, the photographs read differently then I had first thought.
This seems to happen a lot lately when I edit film. I need to spend more time reflecting on what I shot. I’ll have a specific look and feel in mind when I begin a photo shoot and end with maybe one or two frames that I originally intended to capture. The unexpected moments though are what I’m after.
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What unexpected treasures! Love the mood you’ve captured here, Nikki.
Exactly what Kirstin said!
I often find giving time to “marinate” in my work is helpful.
i love this moment in time, but can totally relate when it comes to polaroid. in fact, i have half a 365 that i dont’ think i appreciated until looking at my post from last year after loosing steam on scanning.
love this. beautiful images & beautifully written.
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