And to Think, It Was All Just a Dream
A few months back, I found my dad's old Minolta SRT 101 sitting comfortably, but sadly, unused on his closet shelf. 'A new old toy,' I thought as snatched it up from its quiet resting place, nearly dropping it as I was reminded of its heft. I held it in my hands, rotating for inspection.
Lens looks good. Light meter dead. Focus ring still works. Film, ISO 3200, 5 exposures taken.
Whoa, cool. 31 exposures left, let's see what happens.
The resulting gallery is exactly what I mean when I say 'The Romance of Film'. The negatives developed in a weirdly dark manner but with some Lightroom magic I was able to find some light within.
The camera captures the moment and film interprets it. This gallery has a dreamy quality that reminds me of the nature of memory- pliable, flexible, mutable. The moment I saw through the lens- vibrant, sunlit and full of color- interpreted through this film as grainy, dark and faded. Romance, indeed.
And to think, it was all just a dream... One fantastic hallucination.
Camera: Minolta SRT 101
Lens: Minolta Rokkor-X 50mm f/1.7
Film: Ilford Delta 3200, expired