Few things in life are as exciting as getting back a roll of negatives and loving the images you’ve shot. When I got this roll back, I was so fucking excited that I couldn’t WAIT to get home to look at it. I ripped the film out of the box immediately to review in my car as the sun set off in the distance.
I love being behind a camera.
In college, even with a packed schedule of classes and extra curriculars and date parties, I’d skip school to shoot. I’d walk toward campus, my camera in my bookbag anyway, and I’d just stop at the BART station and would head into San Francisco and take pictures all day. Completely alone with my CD player blasting Pixies and Radiohead and Beatles. When I wasn’t signed up for 8 am Saturday (SATURDAY!) darkroom classes, I’d go to this tiny little place on Shattuck to develop and print on Pearl paper (high school was matte and college was Pearl), my CD player blasting, my hands and clothes reeking of developer fluid, bathed in crimson light.
I put extra emphasis on the photo stuff starting in my Junior year in college to prep for film school application portfolios, thinking about how, when I grew up, I’d be behind a camera for a living.
And guess what? I grew up to be behind a camera for a living. (Well, that, and behind a computer screen blaring Final Draft at me).
Moral of the story: life’s pretty sweet when you end up where you always wanted to belong. Good stuff.
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