I just got a few old rolls of film developed and I found this image on one of the last frames, of my friend Landon, who recently passed away down in Saigon. It was a nice little surprise. The 36 pictures span about six months (I don’t use the camera that often, I guess), and I must have had it on me by chance on that night.
I don’t shoot film here very much for about a thousand reasons, the main one being that the scans I get back from the store are something beyond atrocious, grainy and dusty and like two inches long at 300dpi. But I like it here. The painterly quality, the darkness and that feeling of kind of falling apart. It’s also just nice to find a forgotten photograph of an old friend.
from swerve of shore 