was cross-processed. Thus, instead of defined, cooler colors, the images had an incredibly high contrast. The "bluest" picture from the entire roll--and consequently my favorite--is the fourth one down (the second from the bottom).
All the photos were taken in my front yard; the home pictured is indeed the one in which Hans and I live. (Granted, we live in the basement apartment.) At the time these photos were taken, the magnolia had bloomed, showering the steps with a glory of pink, waxy petals. It was spring, finally, and I had waited since November--when I first rented the apartment--for it to bloom. As Aura so adequately said, "Spring. Hello, hello. Never here fast enough, always gone too soon."
In fact, when hunting for apartments in Indianapolis, I was immediately attracted to the magnolia and the three-story, wooden giant. It's old, it's tired, it has its stories. Quite literally, there is writing on the walls. It gives me ideas, gives me stories, and also keeps some secrets. So, maybe, just maybe, these images work for the house.
They're other-worldly. They're surreal. Haunting. King of like a Tim Burton wonderland--one of dull colors, dark imagery, and just a few well-placed objects of color.
Camera: Refurbished LC-A
Film: Kodak Elite Chrome 100