the ones that didn't make it
film can very easily disappoint you
after all the care and time that goes into trying to get a perfect shot, when your rolls come back with a heap of duds, you hang your head in shame, ponder and browbeat for months. at least that’s what happens to me. i was staring at pictures taken over the last two years, seeing myself as a complete flop. no amount of grumbling, picture editing or otherwise could fix it. and no amount of going back and looking at the other fabulous pictures, also taken by me, made me feel better either. it really was a no win situation. i shoved them into my ‘forget and move on album’ and carried on with my life. many months later i happened across the duds and
something about their non-perfection
tugged at my heart-strings. i remembered the Sydney photographs and the lessons learnt there. could there actually be beauty in these pictures? did they really have to relegated to the dusty archives of my computers’ memory? with trepidation, i picked a few, tweaked the exposure and felt quite humbled by the results and what they taught me:
my perfectionism is a double edged sword; one side can push me up; the other can bring me down
film never disappoints, only i allow it to; on this journey of learning photography and learning film, i am also learning about myself
a little love and care can change perspective
here they are, some of the ones that (almost) didn’t make it.
taken with the Mamiya RB and Fujichrome 100 in New Zealand. i quite love them.
