A forced slowdown, only 10 frames to have 10 chances. Odd that photography feels like such a male activity, Sontag's gendered metaphor of predatory loading, aiming, shooting, capturing and taking. If painting is "gathering," then photography is "hunting." Slipping between the flowers and avoiding the eye of other hunters for the perfect image to drag home by the hair before I run out of those metaphorical arrows. A successful expedition, I am feasting.

120 film (Lomochrome Purple) on 1969 Pentax 6x7, 2026

Blurry airports and the relentless hum of man and machine, device and desire. Those trips that don't quite allow memories to share back at home as the journey has few stops that also allow for the consideration of f-stops. Clinging to canisters. The shutter seemingly always slower than my excitement. Card games with strangers in which an intruding third glass eye would be unwelcome. 

35mm film (Ilford Vintage Color) on 1978 Nikon FE, 2026

The silent final breaths, home to only two remaining shops, one packing to leave and the other in denial, before the structure is converted to memory. I grew up walking this mall, and the feeling of passing through the abandoned columns where only my footsteps can be heard. Memories of crying in the unflattering light of the fitting rooms. The shoes my 8th grade crush didn't notice. My fingers grip the memory of crumpled paper bills exchanged for thin bags of costume jewelry and loose candy. My soul's ears are turning green. 

The warm portal of empty promises. Industry sucking forward, A march forward to the next big thing that trickles out before your arrival. Uncomfortable pockets of unsorted coins. The hung garments still full of foreign air. A version of the food eaten in cars that is somehow inexplicably different in this environment.

35mm film, half frame Ektar H35N, color, 2026