When I send my film to a lab I usually send in five or so at once, the oldest of which usually ends up being from half a year ago. Seeing all this snow and frost was so fun even though I can't stand winter
beyond the textural, chromatic properties you just can’t replicate digitally, there is something so magical about the ephemerality, surprise, and delayed gratification. with a limited number of frames per roll, you have to be discerning with your attention to choose what you’ll shoot. having to wait and discern how you’ll fill the roll means sometimes I forget what I’ve captured or it develops in a way I could never have predicted, like when the lighting is such that i unintentionally include a self-portrait in shadow. it reminds me of how weekly releases of tv shows have returned to shake me from a binging stupor and help me experience something collectively. i’m learning I don’t want or value convenience or instantaneous results or perfection in life; I want grain, light leaks, limits, truth.
Sending your film out and waiting patiently for the moment when the negatives arrive and you get to look through the frames in the daylight. Even then, you aren't really sure what they'll look like when they're scanned in, but it's fun to recall the memories you may have forgotten about if the roll was in the camera for months before that. The final task of scanning isn't always fun, but it can be meditative in itself as you see each image come to life one by one.
