A few years ago, I started documenting my summer using a 35mm Canon AE-1 gifted to me by my Grandpa. It’s become a tradition that I look forward to all year – a visual journal, capturing brief moments in time of my favorite season.
I’ve written about film on many occassions. Like that one time my Grandad turned 88 and I photographed his birthday dinner and was distraught when I almost lost the entire roll of film (spoiler alert: I didn’t lose it!). Or last summer, when I turned to film after a particularly difficult year of my life.
Film photography has a unique way of imprinting memories on my brain and in my heart, and this summer is no different. As I look at these images, I can taste the salty oysters that I slurped down at the Indian Pass Raw Bar, while my Mom and I shared stories with a couple from Atlanta seated next to us at the family style table; or feel the rush of cold water shock my skin after I jumped off the front of a friend’s boat during a day of scalloping in Crystal River; or hear my Grams singing “Take Me Out to the Ball Game” in the 7th inning of a minor league baseball game we went to on July 3rd (see photos 1 and 12 for the best meal I had all summer.. ok, that’s probably not true, but not much beats a ball game hot dog + brewski combo).
Every summer has a story, and this year, mine was marked by a superb amount of time spent outdoors and with family. I wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.