Category Archives: Snapshot
In my process of developing old film I’ve stumbled upon which spans the last ten years, I’ve found some cool stuff (and some not so cool stuff), but this rool of film left me speechless. I had found the last roll of film I ever took of my grandfather (my fathers father), during the last visit I ever saw him, wich was probably sometime in 2001. The whole roll of film is at the bowling ally, which was his favorite pastime, and the photos are blurry and incorrectly exposed, but somehow, they work.
My Grandmother on the Canadian prairie in about 1916. This was one of the first negatives of her mothers that my Grandmother gave me, and it remains one of my favorites. Perhaps it’s that Lewis Hine like sentiment that I find so attractive.
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My Grandfather, camping, sometime in the mid 1950′s. What I really adore is the borders on photos from the ’50′s
