Heading back to Spain in a few days. Back to the sun and sea. Sunburnt and crispy skin, a book and caiparinhas by the pool. Spanish olives and walks along the promenade at twilight. Excited to share this special place with Linc.

White out. Switzerland.

Sometimes I think back to that old flat at the top floor. The many stairs. The view from our balcony. The way the light would move differently depending on the season. Late mornings in bed. A younger, more naive self. It all seems so far away now, looking back.  

It’s just a vague memory rattling around in the past. Switzerland in the summer of 2017. 17.5 weeks pregnant with Linc. A lifetime ago. 

Contax T3 - Film

Film diary. February - May 2018 - Contax T3

Paris. End of winter 2017. 

A new beginning. 2017. 

A weekend in Cambersands last summer.  

I lost this roll for 6 months before sending it in to the lab to process. When I finally found the film canister, it was stashed away in an old camouflaged tote I took to the hospital the night my water broke. It’s weird seeing these images now after so much time has passed. They’re by no means the greatest photos ever taken but I love them.

The first image was taken the night after giving birth while Linc was still in the NICU. How I managed to even take a self-portrait after everything that happened is beyond me.

What a crazy rush of nostalgia I feel looking at these for the first time in months. 

Like a time capusule.