I fell into film photography almost by accident—my mom signed me up for a summer class, and suddenly I was holding a 35mm camera, learning to see the world one frame at a time. Every day, we were handed a roll of film and told to fill it. Then came the magic part: developing the photos ourselves, watching images appear like memories in slow motion. Before that, I knew nothing about film. But somehow, it felt like home. There’s something about the limits—10, 24, maybe 36 shots—that forces me to slow down and really see. No endless deleting, no second chances. Every shot matters. And the colors? Nothing compares. Film doesn’t just capture a moment; it captures a feeling. Now, every photo I share feels like a small piece of that first darkroom magic.
