I'd shot film before. On many occasions. Primarily black and white film that I cold develop and print myself.
When my first photographic assignment in college was to shoot a roll of E6 process film, I was disappointed as I much preferred to shoot D76 which I have the ability to develop myself.
Despite this minor disappointment, I went out with my film to a field I know all too well.
This time, however, I discovered a different path hidden in the brush. It led me through a field of brightly colored goldenrod (something that clearly doesn't translate as well to black and white). From there, I discovered a cleared area of forest with giant power towers humming violently overhead.
After ducking out of sight from a gun-toting man on an ATV, I snuck past a pile of trash that was topped with a dead groundhog, finding myself along Route 30.
That field never ceases to amaze me.
When my first photographic assignment in college was to shoot a roll of E6 process film, I was disappointed as I much preferred to shoot D76 which I have the ability to develop myself.
Despite this minor disappointment, I went out with my film to a field I know all too well.
This time, however, I discovered a different path hidden in the brush. It led me through a field of brightly colored goldenrod (something that clearly doesn't translate as well to black and white). From there, I discovered a cleared area of forest with giant power towers humming violently overhead.
After ducking out of sight from a gun-toting man on an ATV, I snuck past a pile of trash that was topped with a dead groundhog, finding myself along Route 30.
That field never ceases to amaze me.
