I was digging around in the closet the other day when I unearthed my Dad’s old Leica Mini-Zoom — a point and shoot camera he must’ve got around 1987 according to the time stamps. It’s old, it’s film, and I had fun dropping off the little black canister to get it developed, enjoying the delayed gratification of it all. There’s something about the scarcity evoked by film — only having a limited number of shots — that gives the photos an added weight. (Plus the camera and I have the added bond of being born only days apart.)
These photos were scanned and converted from color to b&w.