It’s almost impossible not to laugh when looking at a picture of a smiling face from long ago. There is nothing quite like seeing that recognizable smirk in a very different frame. Thanks to my parents I’m trying to spread the analogue love!
As I sit and go through an old box of pictures I find myself smiling uncontrollably as I see my siblings grow up. More than just seeing how people used to be I also see what pictures used to be. Everything about them is perfect even the blurry ones tell a story. No cropping, red eye, or auto contrast, just real pictures with a real feeling. The depth of field and color tone stand out in every picture, they almost seem warm to the touch and I can’t get enough.
My parents as it turns out were pretty good amateur photographers, and because of their dedication to snapping pictures of us as kids is the reason I love film. Each picture tells a story and takes me back to a different time and place. Holding the picture in my hand or turning pages in an album can’t be replaced with a screen full of cold perfect pictures.
As I take pictures of my nephews and nieces without a digital camera I try to re create what my parents did for me and hopefully one day they will appreciate holding a real piece of history in their hands. I realized how serious the digital problem was when my seven year old nephew dismissed my AE-1 as fake because there was no way to view the photo I just took of him… sad to say the least.
So as the film section in drugs stores slowly get smaller and the photo stores close their doors, teach a child to love film before it is too late. As for me I’ll continue spreading the word and hold on to my precious negatives and prints so one day they can make some one smile in a different frame.