There is a different rhythm to making a photograph on film.
For me, there is also a bit of coming home.
Film was where photography began. Long before digital cameras and screens made it possible to see an image the instant it was made, I learned to look through a viewfinder, make a decision, press the shutter and trust what I had seen. It was my first experience with photography and, in many ways, my first love of the craft.
Returning to film after all these years has brought some of that feeling back.
The camera asks me to slow down. There are only so many frames. There is no screen to check and no opportunity to immediately make another photograph because I didn't like the first. I have to look, decide and trust.
I love that.
I love the grain, the imperfections and even the uncertainty. I love waiting to discover whether the photograph I remember making is the photograph that actually exists. There is nostalgia in it for me, certainly, but there is something more as well. Film reconnects me with the deliberate act of seeing, with the reason I picked up a camera in the first place.
After a lifetime behind one, it feels good to come home again.