Film photography
The evening before we were due to head to Tenerife, I grabbed a few handfuls of 35mm film to pack for the trip. The only self-imposed rule was that no two rolls could be the same. I wanted to capture the mini-break in as many different ways as possible.
Of course, the sensible thing to do would be to shoot a photo of the film packaging at the start of each roll (nice tip, thanks Tanya), but obviously I got carried away and didn't do that, ah, to be blessed with a creative brain with zero % practicality.
But I knew as soon as I started scanning this roll in just what it was due to the effect. RASP film from Revolog gives a colored line effect, akin to scratches, on your finished photos. Lines run horizontally when shooting in landscape format or vertically when shooting in portrait format.
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This is going to sound a bit woo woo and not at all like me, but I connected to this place; barren, lunar-like, the geology, the history. And in that moment, in the car, I knew I was meant to be there.
I was only going to Tenerife with Al as he wanted to ride to keep him company after long rides and get a bit of sunshine. I hadn't looked up what there was to do beforehand, and I hadn't seen a photo of Tiede before, or at least not that I could recall, so I went into the holiday with no expectations and no wish-list of places to visit. I think that's why Tiede hit so hard.
It totally stole my heart. And I was only there for 20 minutes, 15 of which were in a car, on a tour, driving through. I got out for 5 minutes at a touristy spot and fired off a roll of film like a maniac. Feeling despondent that I had only just found this place and already had to be on my way, I returned to the car, sad but exhilarated.
I connected to this place; barren, lunar-like, the geology, the history. And in that moment, in the car, I knew I was meant to be there.
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Last week we were in Tenerife, escaping the UK's longest-ever-rain spell for the promise of sunshine. Al left early to cycle up Mount Teide on the second day, so I took a stroll down from Adege to Playa de las Américas.
Even at 8 am, the sun warmed my face as I ambled from the hotel. I noticed that the hustle and bustle of tourism from the previous afternoon had gone, and instead I was greeted by locals on their morning jogs, elderly, tanned bodies meditating on the sand along the route. As I walked to the water's edge to start taking photos, I became aware that a couple of the swimmers coming out of the water were naked, so I quickly let the camera hang loose and moseyed along.
The morning light was beautiful, and I cannot wait to share photos of it once my film negatives return and I scan them in. A wave of contentment washed over me in time with the tide, and as I got closer, I could see dozens of surfers bobbing out at sea, along with some big waves. I picked up the pace, excited to get closer and watch the action.
These images were taken on a roll of Hanalogital Agate 400, a souped film from the talented Hanna, and I'm thrilled how they turned out.
