I've been searching through and organizing my negatives. They always seem to get out of hand. Although I haven't processed any film lately, or even exposed any with pinhole or Holga cameras, there was still quite a pile on my desk. Some of them got pulled out because I wanted to print from them, others were new-ish, and it all was a jumble.
During this process, I found maybe the one only set of slide film negatives on medium format film, developed as transparencies (rather than cross processed) that I ever shot. These aren't perfect, because, well, toy camera! But also, some of the horizon lines are darn wonky. That being said...I adore these images. They remind me of a time during which I felt more whole and connected, in a place where the light was almost always willing to be my muse. I feel so grateful for my experiences (within reason...some not so much, but you get what I'm saying). The Pacific coast is magical to me, especially in northern California. There's something undeniably special about it.
Needless to say, there is also something undeniably special about my kids and the family life I had the good fortune to have. I loved our dinners together on a regular basis, our outings, our conversations, and seeing these two wonderful humans grow into such fabulous adults.