Thirty Years and a Dead Battery
Thursday, 31 March 2016
I was in Alaska last summer and took the film from my friends camera bag where it had sat for nearly 3 decades on a shelf in a closet. It’s mine I said. It rolled around in the bottom of my own bag, crossing and recrossing multiple state lines, for about 6 months. I knew it was there and I knew I’d know when to use it. The Blaike came out to my neck of the woods late one afternoon and we drove even farther north. Up to the rim of a long canyon at the north end of LA County with the wind and the brush and the last light of the day.
I wound the film into the M6 and went to check exposure only to discover the battery was dead. No meter. But the light was perfect and I really wanted this moment. Knew this was the right moment for the film. I tested exposure with a digital once and felt confident enough to just let it rip. Heres the results.