Because this is a blog and no one reads blogs anymore. Because I'm not on social media anymore. Because I don't know how to share intimacy with strangers, but also I'm not gonna hide this light under a bushel no
Here is the whole roll. Every image crisp and bright.
I made these on Belinda's camera, leant to me by Holly. When I took it in to Blue Moon because it could only beep - not advance, not rewind, not release, not open and close the shutter - the man who took the film out for me in their film loading closet told me to just toss the camera body and get a different, older, manual model. The lens, he said, is fine. Whatever. I want to save this camera but I can't make it work. Like, new batteries don't do anything. She doesn't even beep anymore.
Kira and Z and I conspired through conflict and misunderstanding and vague texts to get some film photos of them in the fall of their senior years. At the last minute as we slash and burned bad plans and jumped into the car to go to the land that used to be Christine's farm and now is Laura's home and simply always was Wapato, and held me when I didn't know that this future could exist - but when I drove out there I felt stronger to move toward it.
The conditions were perfect. The camera allowed us 20 exposures.
Here ya go, world.
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