While I was off in Colorado having my mind blown and life changed, I shot a few rolls of film. I planned to shoot a roll of landscapes, and double expose it with portraits of the new friends I made, but like all good plans involving a first timer who is also a complete idiot – I failed. I accidentally rewound the film all the way and was unable to double expose it. I also accidentally opened my camera in the middle of a roll and ended up with some of the most fantastic light leaks ever. A mistake I plan to repeat.

With deliberate and utter intention.

But I digress.

I love film – I’m mildly obsessed with it in fact – and if I had a constant stream of hyper disposable income I’d likely shoot a whole lot more of it. I like not having to edit. I like embracing the mistakes, the flaws, the imperfections, the inconsistent consistencies. And most of all, I love the honesty of film. The color. The grain. So without further ado – and prattling on by yours truly – here are a few frames from my time in Colorado.

Perfectly imperfect.
Completely unedited.
Solely on film.

(Black and white images shot on Fuji Neopan 400 and Color images shot on Fuji Superia 800 with Nikon F100. Processed and scanned and Richard Photo Lab.)