I love film. I love the look of it, the images from it. I love the gestalt of it, even the little boxes of it. When you lay your money down for 36 slices of infinity, you know that each one is not to be wasted.
One of my favorite times: Maybe it's a Saturday afternoon, maybe it's late on a Friday evening; hopefully it's raining. The family is either gone, or asleep. I've got a bottle of potato vodka, or some ice freaking cold beer, I'm mixing Rodinal 1+25, and ready for trouble... New Age channel on the digital music, those bw negs come forth beautiful and true, verifiying my memory of what I thought I was seeing at the moment of capture....yes, better than I thought!....
The digital age is here. My arsenal of beautiful classic perfect machines stand mute and silent, their silver and black visages proudly waiting for some real action, but no... only from nostalgia, from appreciation for the machine itself do they become unlimbered and thrown into use.
If I want to be sure of getting the shot, it's a digital that I reach for, whether the D50, the Digilux 2, or the C5050 Zoom...
None may be worth half of what I paid for them, but that is irrelevant. I still get the great image I got when the camera was new, and that's why I bought it.
I have a freezer full of film; my wife doesn't complain; she's reconciled. What's odd to her is that the inventory is static. There's a ton of APX 100 and Kodak UC 400, slide films that say VS and SW and more arcane acronyms. I don't shoot any of that color stuff anymore, AND NEVER WILL. I'll keep on with the other BW, for the love of it, but I can't seem to load up the APX, got to hang on to it.
Time to cut the nut: the digital age is here, it's not only the future, it is the present, and we can hold onto whatever we like for nostalgia's sake, but it's like, hell I don't know what it's like, but Heaven and Earth have changed places, if you know what I mean. There is nothing I can do with a pure film image that I can't do with a digital one, and even my film stuff becomes digitized in the process of becoming in the present medium.
It's sad. But what can you do? TIME MARCHES ON.