the heavy breath of ocean

I missed the sound of foghorns.

Title is from the poem "Fog" by Sue Goyette, which is as gorgeous as real fog.

liverpool, three and a half years later

A couple weeks ago, I took a roll of Ilford Delta 400 film in to be developed. I didn't remember what was on the roll or even roughly when I'd shot it, but I'd had it sitting around for ages and wanted to know what was on it. I got the negatives back today and started scanning them, but for the first few frames I still didn't remember where the photos had been taken.

Turns out I shot the roll when I was in Liverpool, England...in October 2010.

Some of you know this already, but for those who don't: I spent first year of university at the Bader International Study Centre in Herstmonceux, England. For our midterm trip in first term, we went to Edinburgh and Liverpool. I took a lot of photos on that trip, as well as at least two other rolls of film--but they were in color, and at that time I didn't know where I could get black and white film developed. No wonder these went undeveloped for so long!

I hope you enjoy these very belated glimpses of the past. I felt a lot of nostalgia looking through them. My day in Liverpool was just that--one day--but I still remember when and where these photos were taken, and what I was doing to be there in the first place.

When I saw this photo, I finally realized where I'd taken these.

I vividly remember taking this out the window of the Tate Liverpool.