In between days

In contemplation, Film
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I kept the exposed rolls of film in my top desk drawer. They were right up front where I couldn’t avoid seeing them every day.

Who knows how long I’d have let them percolate were it not for the fact that I’d made a few portraits for friends, and it didn’t feel right to keep them waiting any longer

Those  rolls took me from fall to winter, as I moved from anxious to cautiously optimistic about my mother’s health to disconsolate resignation and into mourning.

I didn’t want to see my too tender emotions translated into emulsion right away, but I know that’s not the only reason I dallied in sending my film off to the lab. The delay was really a little mental game I was playing with myself –  holding the liminal space and time between the making and the fixing of the images hostage – because I wasn’t yet ready to move from before to after.


Take good care, be well
Debbie

3 Comments

  1. And this is why photography is about so much more than simply taking pictures. The seasons of change are tender and beautiful – reflected perfectly in this series of photographs.

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