analog dreams

Imagine for a moment, it’s 1979 and summer is starting to bloom in west Washington. You and your friends decide to explore Mount Adams from its deep green forests to the bald snowy peaks overlooking the waving ridges that stand guard between you and the porch of the pacific. It’s at least three decades before you can use google maps, call you friends from the peak, take photos on your phone, or look up where the best route off the mountain is. To me, that sounds like nothing short of your undivided attention being dedicated to what’s right in front of you. In short, the world felt much bigger when you finally got to the peak and saw the view with your own eyes. Mount Saint Helens in all her glory before she erupted in May of 1980.

The analog age of adventure-seeking has long since faded away into ambiguity and obsolescence.  That being said, I can’t think of a more suitable era ripe for storytelling. I got these slides a couple of weeks back and shot them as they were projected onto my wall a few nights ago. It baffles me that these pieces of film were the actual physical medium that the light from camera was burnt into. That despite all this time, these memories were preserved even if they’re now sitting in a glass box in Lubbock, Texas 45 years later.

This is another story I want to add to my passion project. It’s purely something that fascinates me, and I’ll be sharing more with you in the coming weeks.

𝑀𝒶𝓎 𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝐿𝒾𝓋𝑒 𝒰𝓃𝓉𝒾𝓁 𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝒟𝒾𝑒!