more ilford film love

beware. stumbling upon a cache of your own old photos is a like falling into a deep hole. a hole where time does not exist. nor laundry, to do lists, dinner... as soon as i lifted the lid on the box marked simply; photos, i was a goner. lost. sifting thru the past. there is a dreamy spooky quality in the grainy richness of the ilford film shots that i still love so much. i am not a professional, not technically proficient. never was. my little rollei 35 mm camera doesn't even allow me to focus thru the lens. but the ilford forgives. it doesn't judge. it's nice that way.

the more i looked, the more i stacked and sorted. and then the scanning started. late in the day my ever-patient spouse poked his head in the door and asked, "what are you doing? taking a trip down memory lane?"

oh, yes. here is some of what i found...

as it was then, my eye is still drawn to windows,

and what i see out of the windows,

and to the light and shadows and corners of my home,

and to recording the everyday moments all around me.

and no one is cuter than my sweetie.

Comments

[gigi]

omg are those two ladies the ones by the weiner's circle???

(i know they're not but i like to think they are)

[sarah Miller]

Ohhhh I LOVE Ilford film... nothing more pleasing than developing a reel of that delightful stuff. I think I have one still stashed away at home somewhere just in case I bump into a developing studio that's 0 dollars to use and empty for my use allll day long. Oh dreams...

[pip]

Oh.. you're sweetie's super-cute! Just squeezable, methinks!

[Kirsty]

I love them all. You take such beautiful images.