Exposure

“My friend and I had gone to Jackson Hole. I packed all the gear and we hiked around for three days chasing the light. We followed our whims and photographed anything that inspired us. The flow of the light, animals, leaves, trees, the trail. The last night I’m exhausted, packing the film rolls in the dark. A flashlight goes off, and I start panicking, thinking all our hard work was ruined. I told her and cried. When it was processed, it was totally fine. But that’s how sensitive it is. It’s a risk, but a beautiful one.”

No. 100

Last Light

An angry email from a colleague arrives. A text message: the car insurance is due. The dog, the plants, the dishes. Rush out of the house to catch the last light—smoke from the Simi Valley rises above the horizon. The sun sinks. A breath in: pieces of ash, then a cough.

No. 070