Kodachrome

I found a long-forgotten roll of Kodachrome in the freezer the other day. Remnants of both an era and a life gone by. My interest in photography started in high school. I learned by trial and error, only taking classes years later. I shot roll after roll of my stuffed animals, my local playground, flowers in my parent's garden, and my cat. I still have boxes and boxes of negatives, 10 to 20 years old. Every now and then I consider buying a negative and slide reader, so I can scan the images into my computer. But that would mean physically looking at everything I ever shot, and I think that might be a tad emotional. Much of my early photography was the result of needing to be off by myself for an extended period of time. My camera was a great prop. I could say, "I'm heading out to shoot some film...don't know when I'll be back!" and no one would question me. A delightful freedom. I would lose myself trying to find different ways to see things, and would take far too long to frame my shots. Perhaps this was by sub-conscious design. My deliberate approach to photography invited solitude. Sounds lovely in reflection.