The thought-to-be-lost-forever roll of Lomochrome Purple 35mm film resurfaced. I shot this roll on my Canon AE-1 back in September 2020 and tucked the roll of exposed film in a teeny-tiny bag, within a pouch, inside my backpack with the intention of a bike ride to McBain Camera for processing.
For some reason or another that trip did not happen as expediently as I had anticipated but it was the year of the unexpected. "And some things that should not have been forgotten were lost. History became legend. Legend became myth. And for two and a half thousand years..." well, more accurately seven or so months passed I had lost hope on recovering or remembering where I that roll may have ended up. Thankfully, it turned up after hasty search for something else entirely. Feeling foolish, I hopped on my bike to get finally drop it off.
I have to admit a few things: I have very little memory of what I was even shooting, what speed it was shot at, and other interesting details I could have learned from. I also want to admit: I am not a photographer. I am a casual operator of a camera for the love of capturing a moment or image on an analog format. Even in my forgetfulness the moment I snapped the photo there was a calculation of process that is mindful and meditative.
This is all a long way of saying: hey I am not entirely pleased with these results and my biggest mistake was forgetting what mistakes I made.
I might be convinced to keep a photography journal now.