The Baptistry Door, Florence

there's more after the break

Hello again, long time no see

I found four rolls of undeveloped film in a drawer recently and just picked them up from Bob's camera this afternoon. One black and white roll was very old, according to Bob, (yep, named the shop after himself at least 25 years ago and is the only camera shop I know of still running in central Vermont). I also had three rolls of color. The b&w produced one grainy out of focus photo from my late mom's sandtray work (a therapeutic device used in Jungian psychotherapy), a portrait of two children with their sandtray creation. Two of the color rolls also had some exposures of this nature. But the third color roll was one of mine, from either 1999 or 2000, when my mom and I stayed in Florence, Italy for a week or so. Mom had already been blind for a couple years but was still in pretty good shape otherwise and asked me if I would accompany her to the annual conference of Jungian analysts. I agreed, taking photographs on my minolta point and shooter, a good five years before I had a digital camera. I must have tucked that roll of film away until I could afford to get it developed, forgetting it for years all together and then remembering the pictures I had taken and wondering if I would ever see them again, save in my mind's eye. Here are three of the exposures. Looking up into the sky from a courtyard somewhere in Florence. My mom on one of our first days in the city. And a view of the Duomo from up the street.