This morning, after yoga and coffee, I made my way around the yard, through the garden, past the well and into the Studio.  Once in the Studio, with the ceiling fan spinning overhead, I turned the knob on the AC unit and felt the cool air begin to split the heavy, warm atmosphere that manages to linger in the space throughout the night.  This mornings goal was to catch up on scanning film and organizing negatives.  The scanning went as planned and the organizing was…..as always….an exploration of the past.  The first file of negatives pulled from the shelf started in 99.  Throughout the course of the morning page after page of processed, sleeved sheets of film were turned.  While turning I watched us (those in my circle of friends/family during the past 12 years) change.  People (myself included) graduated, moved, aged, were born and some died.  I saw friends I have lost contact with over the years and paused to contemplate when we had last spoke and what was said….I saw friends I have recently reconnected with (in that Facebook kind of way- there is a digital tether that lets me know what they had for dinner but not much more) and I saw friends that have moved on to the next frontier.  I found a color 120 image of my father that was shot in 99.  At first glance, I thought it was me.  There were plenty of images of my grandfather and our time together in the early parts of the new millennia…planting gardens, dealing with gators and walking the farm.  When I started the process early this morning I didn’t expect it to be the experience it was.  I did manage to scan several rolls of 120 and realize that there is a mass of unprinted memories and images that are waiting to be dealt with.  Where to start? With the first one…

Two larger ideas were born from this. 1) I truly miss working with film on a daily basis.  2) There is nothing that can replace the feeling of holding a silver gelatin print in your hands.  As I tacked an old print up on the studio wall I realized that this is what I need to be doing.