how fragile this all is.
I hear the door to the porch open and creak, the insects vibrating the heat from their bodies, and a final click. I hear you making your way to the kitchen and I can’t shake your strength as you do. Each day you wake and hear me born and put your feet into the carpet next to your bed as though you balanced the span of Atlas.
My last post was a couple tintypes of my friend, Mikael, who assisted me while shooting this weekend. He offered to take a portrait of me, so I accepted. I prepped the camera and did the chemical stuff, and then he did the final focusing, loaded the plate holder into the camera and held the shutter open for 60 seconds. It was fun being on the other side of the camera without the added struggles of taking a selfportrait.
Recently I went ahead and started experimenting with wetplate collodion, an early photographic technique dating back to the 1850s. The learning curve is steep, even as someone with a lot of experience with photography, working in the darkroom, etc. I have A LOT to learn still, but am enjoying the process.