So I go in, my water- and dust-sealed camera oozing coolnes from every contour, half-used black and white roll inside (no digital equipment for me, the enlightened user of traditional film). The equipment bag ready with tons of gadgets a couple of feet behind me, an amazing landscape in front. I consider my options, weigh the elements, evaluate the light, settle on a vantage point. Take an image, recompose, repeat.
I take the film to the lab, since I wouldn’t want to screw these priceless frames by developing them myself. After picking them up a few hours later I run home and, even though I just spent 11 hours in front of two monitors wrestling with a query that wouldn’t die, start carefully cutting the film and scanning the strips.
They suck. And I remember why I was sticking to photographing people.
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