Every autumn brings a sudden desire to load my camera with slide film; and with every roll, the inevitable magic happens. I shot these along Peggy’s residence project; and as usual, those few snaps carry memories that will stay with me for the lifetime. I don’t know if slide film is the cause or result of magic.. but it always accompanies it.
Emotional attachment to a specific medium is a peculiar thing. I routinely burn through dozens of Ilford HP5+ rolls; doing everyday snaps in black&white feels like my second nature. Color negatives elicit even less emotional response – I just fire and forget them. But slide film.. it’s different. Comparing slide film to black and white is like putting a honeymoon against a grocery trip. They don’t deserve to be compared.
The hardest part of shooting slide film isn’t the steep price of film & processing… it’s knowing just how much those photos will mean to me.
It’s responsibility.
