This past Mother’s Day marked ten years without my mom. I was 19, a sophomore in college trying desperately to become a respected adult when she died. Predictably, caring for and losing a parent is one way to really accelerate that process.
When I first started joining film photography communities some 10 years ago, I honestly did not expect that it would grow this much. Most of the world seemed to have moved on from film stocks, and the cameras were no more than vintage keepsakes of photography history.
When I first started joining film photography communities some 10 years ago, I honestly did not expect that it would grow this much. Most of the world seemed to have moved on from film stocks, and the cameras were no more than vintage keepsakes of photography history.
Weeks ago, when we all started to lock ourselves in our homes and started to live new, confined lives, we thought we would be safe. Early February, I bought gloves and masks for what was feared to come.