New Photographs

After spending weeks doing what seemed like serving out some bizarre photography prison sentence, developing film, scanning, editing, retouching and uploading, a single phrase repeated in my head: "Why am I doing this?" I am not even a photographer. So why bother with all the labor intensive, archaic technology of chemicals and scanning? I still don't know. I tell myself all sorts of things (film is just better, I like negatives, the grain is cool, the pictures are richer). All of which is more or less salve for my numb butt and brain. Much more likely, I need to suffer in order to feel like I am doing something worth my time. It must be painful, repetitive, and the least efficient means to an end. And what about that END? I still don't know...