There are moments in my life where I suddenly feel as though I’m trapped inside American Beauty. Moments when I look outside my window and I’m caught breathless and forced to stop and see. In those moments I’m taken aback by all the beauty in the world – the beauty that is so often left unseen – and I marvel in it. I breathe it deep and close my eyes as it fills each cell with its magic.
In the next instant I blink my eyes back open, turn off my hazards, and drive back onto the road. My day resumes the tenor of casual nonchalance, the phone rings, and I’m snapped back into tedium. But on rare occasions, I find a way to hold on a little longer to the fleeting beauty that is everything in life.
When I’m really lucky, the stars align, a fog rolls in, and I find a camera loaded with film.
For my photographer friends and/or anyone else interested in film nerdery: The first set of images were taken on a Nikon F1 + 50mm at 1.4 using Fuji Superia 800. The second set of images were taken on a Mamiya C330 + 80mm using Kodak Tri-X 400 film, mostly at 2.8.