Anyone who tells you developing film is like riding a bike is lying. It’s been three years since I last spooled a roll of black and white. I first tried again the other day. About an hour into it I was sweating and cursing my decision. Two hours into it I was ready to give up. Three hours in I finally had it. Three days and several rolls later, I’m finally getting the hang of it again. Now it feels good. It feels right. I’ve missed the smell of fixer on my fingers. I’ve missed dust and water spots and all the other headaches that come along with the process. My New Year’s resolution was to shoot more film for my personal work. I’m just starting to make good on that.
I’ve never been much of a technical photographer. I like mistakes and errors. I try to put feeling first and not really worry about the syntax of things. So that’s where I’m trying to go with these new images. They’re rough sketches, but I like them as a beginning. And for now that’s all that really matters.