I’ll go ahead and say it…I miss film, I miss the feeling of knowing that you only had 12, 24, or 36 shots.  I miss that rhythm of opening the back of the camera, taking out that exposed roll and slapping another in its place.  I miss that smell when you opened a new unexposed roll.  I miss the simplicity of it.  I miss the all metal cameras.  I feel all of this each time I pick up one of my relics from the past.  Not that I have a bunch of old collectibles, all my film cameras were bought used….well used.  Paint worn down to the brass around the edges, scratches, buttons that had popped off long ago.  I always considered myself a shooter not a collector, I didn’t care how it looked, if the meter worked, and it was light tight, it was good enough for me.

Today starts what I am going to work on becoming a reoccurring feature here; Random Film Love.  I’m going to hit the streets, pound the pavement, and get back to the basics.  I’m going to get back to what I loved about photography in the past.  Not that I don’t love it now…it’s just it was different back then.  I don’t know if I’m going to go as far as bringing 1/2 of the darkroom back (the developing stage), I don’t really have the space for the enlarger and trays and such, and I don’t think I want to go back to constantly mixing up developer and fixer every 3 or 4 months.  I’d like to thank Dwayne’s photo for the develop and scan of these rolls of film!

I always seem to come back to my old Junior High.  It was my first school upon moving here 20 years ago.  I met friends here that I still have to this day.  I remember playing basketball on the rough asphalt courts during 9th grade PE, then during summers when I was in High school and on into college.

Went back on two separate days – once in 35mm:

And once with the Square: