I misdeveloped my first roll of film last night. It feels strangely freeing to have got that out of the way. Luckily, I live in an adorably anachronistic future and made a partially correctable mistake: the film is scratched up and the images will probably fade over the next few weeks, but a Very Long Time in a scanner and software for dust and ( Read more... )

My mother, now in her mid-sixties, is slowly retiring for more and more of the year to a tiny cottage near Acadia National Park, a place which has a lifetime of fond memories for her, but a place that I myself had never seen. A week and half ago, I showed up on her new old doorstep with my husband and four cameras, hoping that seeing differently ( Read more... )