I have a rather large cache of exposed film with no real provenance other than a few random markings. Every once in a while, I’ll grab a roll or two and drop them off with film I’ve shot more recently. Sometimes I’ll look at the processed roll and wonder if I was even the photographer who took the pictures contained within the emulsion. And other times I’ll see a frame or two and say something along the lines of, “So that’s where that ended up.” Or, “I remember that.”
Here is one that I remember. It was taken in San Francisco on April 30, 2004. It was a crisp spring day with heavy traces of winter still in the air, and the wind was whipping around in Union Square. In the north east corner, there’s a plot of this long grass, and as we were sitting on one of the benches close by, warming up with some coffee, I saw all the movement in the grass, accented by the fading afternoon light.
It’s funny how you can forget some things, and then remember every detail.
