f16sunshine
Moderator
Dear 35mm film
It's time I think. Not that we will never see each other again. You have to admit the very best has passed.
I still love all the same things about you. How available you are still today as the rest of the "normal" people in this world barely remember their time with you.
Those cute little cans you have. They are so functional for so many things. I store everything from SD cards to Pot in them and if they loose their lid I can recycle them now.
Your diminutive size yet ability to hold so many frames in a roll. The fact that two of you easily fit not only in my pocket but also in the canister when you are being developed.
It was that small size that helped me get that cute girl in photography class to move closer to me. I held you up to the light to point out a nearly invisible detail. She dated me for 2 years. All those frames you had in a loading that helped my young unrefined eye bring home more keepers through the bracketing I could do for each scene if needed. At long last it is those two things that now push us apart. Your size although convenient no longer satisfies my desire for refinement. As my scanner takes over for the enlarger. You will never scan as well on a machine that I can afford as your larger sister 120 and 4x5 will do. The lenses that used to make you shine. Perform as well or better on M8 or 5Dii. Using you for color has long been left behind for the convenience and cost effectiveness of your digital cousins. The 24 or 36 frames have become a nuisance to burn through compared to the 8, 10, 12 frames of the 120. I have you loaded in a camera for up to a week compared to just a day now that I see better and shoot less. Yes, you helped me get there and I'm forever grateful. Don't despair you will still be my date for Burning man. I'll load you into one of your favorite bodies and run out into the desert with confidence that you will deliver in that hostile environment. Absent the fear of damage to expensive digital sensors from dust and rugged use. In the end though are time will be much diminished if not done. I would like to say it's not you it's me but the reality is. It's not me... It's you.
It's time I think. Not that we will never see each other again. You have to admit the very best has passed.
I still love all the same things about you. How available you are still today as the rest of the "normal" people in this world barely remember their time with you.
Those cute little cans you have. They are so functional for so many things. I store everything from SD cards to Pot in them and if they loose their lid I can recycle them now.
Your diminutive size yet ability to hold so many frames in a roll. The fact that two of you easily fit not only in my pocket but also in the canister when you are being developed.
It was that small size that helped me get that cute girl in photography class to move closer to me. I held you up to the light to point out a nearly invisible detail. She dated me for 2 years. All those frames you had in a loading that helped my young unrefined eye bring home more keepers through the bracketing I could do for each scene if needed. At long last it is those two things that now push us apart. Your size although convenient no longer satisfies my desire for refinement. As my scanner takes over for the enlarger. You will never scan as well on a machine that I can afford as your larger sister 120 and 4x5 will do. The lenses that used to make you shine. Perform as well or better on M8 or 5Dii. Using you for color has long been left behind for the convenience and cost effectiveness of your digital cousins. The 24 or 36 frames have become a nuisance to burn through compared to the 8, 10, 12 frames of the 120. I have you loaded in a camera for up to a week compared to just a day now that I see better and shoot less. Yes, you helped me get there and I'm forever grateful. Don't despair you will still be my date for Burning man. I'll load you into one of your favorite bodies and run out into the desert with confidence that you will deliver in that hostile environment. Absent the fear of damage to expensive digital sensors from dust and rugged use. In the end though are time will be much diminished if not done. I would like to say it's not you it's me but the reality is. It's not me... It's you.
