photographs

There were four rolls of film in my dad's old box of pictures that had never been developed. I took three of them in to London Drugs (the fourth will have to go to specialist photo lab since it's not standard C-41 process film). One came out completely blank. Two had pictures on them. This is the first one I scanned.

These photos are from a road-trip I took with my dad to California in the summer of 1983, just after my 16th birthday...

My legs are very stiff today (and I'm sure they will be worse tomorrow). Why? As I work through the photos from last night it's apparent that in about a couple hundred of them I was kneeling or crouching to get the letters in. That's a couple hundred sustained half-squats, plus a half dozen trips up and down three stories worth of stairs, plus the awkward walk home pushing all my gear. Because photography is easy.