10 Months Behind.

It's been ten months since I've developed any rolls of film.  So long in fact that I can't even remember whats on half of them.  A few nights ago I started to make a dent in the 25 plus rolls of 35mm, and more than once looking at those results a strange feeling of nostalgia came over me, the closest emotion to describe it, is that elusive Christmas morning sensation from childhood, comes rushing back.  The waiting the anticipation, the reward for patience.  In less secular times you had to give up chocolate for 40 days before you could feast on easter eggs.  Now in our digital age you don't give up anything and feast on chocolate eggs anyway.  It's because of that feeling, that my personal work is analog over digital, it's an emotional choice not a logical one.

Although I can think of many technical reasons to shoot analog, the heart should always rule over the head.

 Strange spot to have a cigarette break. 

 Bathers in county Clare.