I’ve had a ziplock bag of rolls of film in my fridge for over 6 years. Finally we found time to take them in to be developed and find out what was on them. There are not what I expected and sharing these has lead to reconnecting with some old friends who I didn’t even realize I was missing so much.
These images reminded me of experience almost completely forgotten and forced me to ask myself why I remember the specific things I do, and not others. Memory serves the narrative we like best and I’m grateful to have been reminded of that.