Why I Shoot Film

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Yeap, I have completely abandoned digital photography. No, I’m not a purist and no, I’m not a film snob. I just don’t enjoy digital photography as much. The output’s too perfect, too flawless…the pictures come out so clean. Frankly it bores me. And I also think it made me lazy and complacent.

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I like the look of film: the grain, the dust, the textures, but I also enjoy the process of developing negatives.

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I develop black and white negatives at home, with either Rodinal or caffenol, depending on the look I’m trying to achieve. It’s messy and time-consuming (developing film can take as long as 45 minutes on some days), but its rewarding. Even the mistakes look nice. Point is, with all the hours you put in, you realize that photography isn’t a cakewalk. And it can be very frustrating. But it makes you appreciate the art form, and it makes you work just a little harder.

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This is a natural progression for me (I think). From the amateurish, DLSR-wielding TG of two/three years ago. I prefer to take risks now, and I’m not scared to try new things. And with film being such an unpredictable medium, it makes it all the more exciting.

 

 

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When The Year Grows Old

photography, Poetry
photographs of old women, teegee villanueva, tg villanueva

Woman 1 & 2, 2016. Photo by Teegee Villanueva

 

I cannot but remember
When the year grows old—
October—November—
How she disliked the cold!

She used to watch the swallows
Go down across the sky,
And turn from the window
With a little sharp sigh.

And often when the brown leaves
Were brittle on the ground,
And the wind in the chimney
Made a melancholy sound,

She had a look about her
That I wish I could forget—
The look of a scared thing
Sitting in a net!

Oh, beautiful at nightfall
The soft spitting snow!
And beautiful the bare boughs
Rubbing to and fro!

But the roaring of the fire,
And the warmth of fur,
And the boiling of the kettle
Were beautiful to her!

I cannot but remember
When the year grows old—
October—November—
How she disliked the cold!

–When The Year Grows Old by Edna St. Vincent Millay

William Stafford

photography, Poetry
Woman Asking For Alms, Dumaguete City, 2016. Photo by Teegee Villanueva

Woman Asking For Alms, Dumaguete City, 2016. Photo by Teegee Villanueva

There’s a thread you follow. It goes among
things that change. But it doesn’t change.
People wonder about what you are pursuing.
You have to explain about the thread.
But it is hard for others to see.
While you hold it you can’t get lost.
Tragedies happen; people get hurt
or die; and you suffer and get old.
Nothing you do can stop time’s unfolding.
You don’t ever let go of the thread.”

The Way It Is, William Stafford (1914-1993)