Lost Nuts and Found Bolts

Was it 2015 or 2016 that I decided to process film again after years of not touching Black & White film.  Gently rock, turn, and tap the processing tank once every minute for however many minutes was recommended. I misplaced the notes. The state of being at a moments notice, I am finding my way back. Untitled, Winter 2015 Untitled, Winter 2015 Thinking of Ralph Eugene Meatyard

More Images from found rolls of film.  Scanned yesterday and worked with them all days.   Ice Age Heading West Beach Time

The World is Our Garbage Can Found 4 rolls of film that I had developed right after moving to Kenosha from Chicago.  The film has sat in the back of a shelf, I discovered it last night. I scanned some of the negatives to see what I had found.  Because of this discovery, I am going back to film. It slows me down and requires my presence.  Another realization-  I always seem to take photographs of litter, garbage, broken things.  I realized that I never pick up the stuff.  An interesting project will be to photograph and then pick up the messes and then re-photograph again.