I've wanted to start posting more regularly lately, though I honestly don't have the motivation or mental stability to really get anything decent thrown out there. I don't think I can really create anything worthy of value at the moment.
But I do have a plethora of bad memories to post; these are the photographs I've taken that I wish no longer existed, but people like them, and I'd feel bad if I had simply just deleted them from existence and removed the joy people get from seeing them.
As a result, I figured I'd start a little "Bad Memories" series of photography posts featuring those photographs, that way I'm still being active, still sharing art, but also not burning myself out stupidly fast while attempting to write something meaningful.
I can't begin to think of how many posts I've started and just deleted halfway through because I felt I couldn't finish them or they were simply just shit. Even as I write this I feel like I could just delete it all and go back to complete silence. But I know that isn't good.
I took the above image on what was the best day of my life, for sure. But at this point I can safely say it's the worst. It's a day I wish never happened. Shot on 35mm film on my Canon AE-1, with Kodak Colorplus 200 film. I remember the feeling of uncertainty I had that day, but also happiness. It was nice, then.
Small amounts of light entered the hotel room, diffused by a small white curtain, softening the light that entered and reduced its spread across the room. Outside the building was a popular Underground station so the street was filled with life.