I don’t make New Year’s resolutions. I never have; it simply isn’t something I believe in, or the way I like to look at goals and making changes. The closest I come to resolutions might be the reading goal I set on Goodreads each year.
That said, at the beginning of 2019, I found myself thinking about creative activities and how much I have not been writing and taking photos recently. In an effort to take photos again - and to be really excited about it - I ended up picking up my film camera for the first time in years (5 or 6 years, I think) and buying some new rolls of film. I sporadically took photos in March and then got the roll developed in early April.
This idea really worked - I’d forgotten how exciting it can be to get film developed, and how different it felt to take more singular photos, when I can’t take many similar shots and then study the minute differences in Lightroom.
Even though I lost a few shots and a handful more got damaged, thanks to the back of my camera popping open right after I took the last photo, I’m still calling it a success.
An after-brunch walk in the West Village with Shae
Washington Square Park after overnight snow, on the way to work
Scenes from my apartment
A solo Sunday trip to the Met, featuring a few damaged shots
Familiar walk down University Place
Meena at the Bethesda Terrace