So, first post!
And a bit peculiar one, at that, considering I mainly use digital photography as my medium-of-choice, but I guess for the start of this blog I wanted to go back to my roots and dig up some of my earliest work to show all of you lovely people how my love of photography began (and how I’ve, hopefully, grown). The photos shown here are some of the first ones I ever took with a mind of “taking a good photograph”, they were all (very) clumsily conceived with a battered-down ancient Praktica I was given by a friend of the family when I said I wanted to get into photography. At the time, I was all about wanting to learn the basics and trying to get down and dirty in the darkroom – the few times I could, before I decided I’m way too impatient and prone to nitpicking to make my vision a reality in this way.
Still, I have to admit that to this day analog photography still has a special place in my heart. It’s enveloped in a mystery, like a very old family heirloom you kind of admire but only know the history of in a few short lines. The magic of the process, the excitement of the discovery of a photo you don’t even remember taking that turns out well, the slight imperfections of the film and that heavenly grain.. yes, I’m still quite the fan when it comes to the old black, and white, and silver.
So, there you have it. Now it’s your turn to share views and comments on analog photography. Yay or nay? Easy, difficult? Magical? The only true photographic artform (as some would say), or slightly over-rated as a result of nostalgia and the golden-times phenomenon?