Something old, something new.

Some people have shot film all their lives.  Others for only a few weeks, months or years. The thumbnail for this curation is one of my first, from a roll shot in the summer of 1978 when my dad bought me my first camera.  Its all I have left. a copy of a printed copy, the rest of the rolls from that summer lost to time.  

We all go though periods of remembrance wherein we examine who we were and where we came from. We reflect on the road we've taken to get to where we are, be it in life, in our art or some beautiful chaos in between.  After all, what is our life unexamined?  How do we grow but by our experiences and memories of moments past, and the way we choose to incorporate those into our now.  We choose to remember because sometimes that is all we have.

Other times, we have these... Consider the following journey, from old to new.