I Tip my Hat to you, Sir
I tip my hat to you, Sir. This photograph is a tangible reminder that I am a maker of imperfect photographs; an imposter among photographers; a walking Faraday cage for competent ideas and discussion. I’m the amateur photographer. The man with the hat and the white beard who burns through film like a slow moving cigarette butt on a teenager’s pristine forearm. High art is merely the shadow of my left testicle against a white picket fence. Don’t be fooled by the camera.
Ilford FP4 125 on a Nikon F2A Photomic
Rodinal at 1+24 for 9 minutes at 22 Celcius
