ilford hp5
Gonna start blogging my rolls
Made few portraits of my brother during his visit to the PNW last Christmas. I’m a bit out of practice and out of focus, but who cares? Any excuse to look through the ground glass and fire off a few frames on the Rolleiflex photographing your folk is fine by me.
Shoot for self.
Going really meta here for National Camera Day with a photograph of my trusty Leica M6 made with my faithful but all too ignored Rolleiflex 3.5F on Ilford HP5. To be honest, I’m struggling to find a place for film in my life. Right now film doesn’t suit my lifestyle. Not to say that I’d walk away from analog completely, I could never do that. Film is how I fell in love with the medium of photography. Film requires work on my part, and it’s work that frankly I’m finding I don’t have the time to put in. We’ll see, film always has a way of coming back.
Long live film.
You not legit with the camera until you post a mirror selfie.
It's been a long time /
I shouldn't of left you /
Without a strong rhyme to step to...
At least that's the opening bars of one of my favorite hip-hop joints of all time. Indeed it's been a while, something major happened since my last post back in March.
I became a father.
Needless to say, I've been a bit preoccupied and photography took a backseat for bit. As my wife and I prepared for parenthood we've had conversations about not losing ourselves in this baby. In other words, remembering we had identities before we became parents.
For me this means continuing to pursue photography as a means of a creative outlet. That's shooting, developing, and printing my images. With an emphasis on shooting. I would say one of the most difficult aspects of photography, isn't vision, mastering the camera, or even developing film. It's simply making the time to actively go out and shoot. Compound this with a newborn, you get the idea. But like with the people in our lives, you make time for what you love. Besides, I've got a beautiful new subject to document.
Baby Clayton | June 2017
One of the things I truly miss the most about living in Washington, D.C. is wandering through the National Portrait Gallery getting lost in art.
