I seem to be spending less and less time in Wales lately, for numerous reasons, but despite my home country's reputation for wet weather that reputation never seems to hold true... With one exception to prove the rule. It's always that last stretch of any homeward journey, just for the last 1km before my front door it hammers down without fail and yesterday was no exception. Oh and it's always when I'm on my bike, just so that I get a nice gritty spray all the way up my back and arse just to really hit the discomfort factor home.
Following some 5-6 weeks of sunshine it's only just now that it's raining does it actually feel like the start of summer, funny that. And every summer there's one thing I do that little bit more of... Shoot 35mm film. Now I'm only of those nu-skool types that taught myself photography through the advent of digital and never really touched film apart from little 110 cartridges in my Supa Snaps camera aged 7, so shooting film for me is like an adventure of novelty and magic.
It's time to pay a little more attention to my old friend:
Only this year it's got a new playmate to have some fun with. Say hello to my first and last roll of Kodachrome 64.
Hello Kodachrome.
I was given this postage paid roll of the legendary celluloid by Charlie early last summer, with a view to creating some stupendously clean, crisp and punchy colour photographs of the sunny season; but that never happened. Given that the last place in the world to develop Kodachrome, Dwayne's Photo Service in Kansas, is stopping development of it at the end of this year it's gonna be my last chance to actually make full use of this badboy and enjoy it's sweet slidey goodness by sending some 36 frames on a journey around the world in the name of art. There was only one thing to do when I got home to the rain:
Summer is over. Long live summer.
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