Too often, the magic of 35mm film is lost to a dim, crunchy image. Instead of being printed and enjoyed with friends, recounting stories, they are likely to be looked at twice before being sequestered in a murky corner of a backup hard drive. And rather than a single moment burned into a square of film, these images exist in numbers and code.
This is not to say that I don’t use digital photography as my main shooter and have taken some stunning shots over the years, I just love the warmth and the character that film lends. My fascination with film is linked to the physical permanence of it in a digital world. Rather than let my memories of a trip decompose digitally, I’d much rather see the frayed edges of a photograph as the paper becomes soft from handling.
So just before summer exhausts itself and retires for the year, I hit the road from Seattle to Los Angeles, CA in September to catch the final days. Here is what I documented, from steely Seattle to San Francisco, monsoons in the mountains and the hazy California coast. I imagined as I fired off shots of Ilford B&W that I was catching a little bit of summer itself into each frame.