While unpacking my last boxes from a move, I found a small plastic bag full of cut scratched negatives. I found my long lost photos from Bristol from years ago! It was like travelling back in time, very nostalgic. Here are the aged photos from my photographic tour of the port.
Six years ago, I decided to shoot in Bristol with my Chinon 8M. This was my second visit to Bristol: this time I came decidedly to take a photographic tour with my best friend. Although I had much less experience then, I put a tremendous amount of energy to have some good photos. We were walking around the city 9-10 hours a day; I concentrated hard on every single frame I took. We spent five days there; since I did not want to pay for luggage, I had a single backpack, mostly full of photographic equipment.
When I came home, I never scanned the negatives.
First, I was exhausted. I did too much energy into the first half of the project. I was not able to touch my camera for weeks; when I closed my eyes, I imagined to see the outlines of my viewfinder. Luckily I had the momentum to develop the negatives, I even cut them up, but the idea to scan them was far from appealing. Second, my life took several drastic changes. A new love came to my life, I lost the access to the film scanner I used before; I moved to another flat, and packed away the films… somewhere. I was not able to find them.
Then six years later, during another move, I found the small plastic bag with the scratched negatives. And what a coincidence: I just started Lomography, and I was just about to invest into a film scanner. I spent a few nights with putting them into digital form — and I travelled back in time.
Truth to be told: most of the photos are very, very far from good. However, when looking at them, I can feel the enthusiasm again, what I felt to Bristol back then. Bristol is a port, at the mouth of the Avon. To avoid the effects of the tide, they constructed a so-called floating harbor, with locks and canals, and some nice looking bridges. These beautiful pieces of engineering really touched me — even though normally I am not really interested in this kind of stuff.
My other main interest in Bristol was the Suspension Bridge. It was built around the time when the most famous bridge in Budapest was also built. I kept comparing the two; not that the Suspension Bridge is not a magnificent structure in itself.
Looking through the photos I decided I want to go back. I want to walk the Bristol streets again. I want feel the fragrance of the Avon. I want to revisit the old cemetery. I want to wake up to the squeaking of gulls again.
And this time, I will scan my negatives just after I come back.