This Picture Made Me Quit Film Photography (almost)

In the gloom and treachery of the night a sickening realization descended upon my soul. Perhaps it was the late hour that betrayed me to my own smoldering self-pity or maybe it was “a moment of clarity” as the more addictive personalities might characterize. Whatever the case, I made the decision that any continued practice of producing photographs non-digitally was not only pointless but down right counterproductive.

Of course, I’ve always known this truth to be somewhat self-evident. A person has to meter on some cusp of near-insanity to even do this type of camera craft. I say all this as a man who has been a proponent of the inherent merits of non-digital picture work for some years; not in any pretentious or high-minded sense as others might profess but rather from a true love of the requisite personal involvement which so many of these processes demand.

My devotion to film photography is marrow deep. This love has been brought into even sharper relief over these few proceeding months as I have decided to sell my home and most of my belongings in exchange for a savage and uncertain life on the road. Compounding this further is that my own plans and intentions for this impending Kerouacian escapade revolves around film work.

I have built my 4Runner into a micro-home featuring a dedicated drawer for my scanner. I’ve rigged solar and electrical connections that would make Tesla weep. I have designed and built an 8-gallon water reservoir complete with electric pump to…