I am convinced that vegetables are the most photogenic of all inanimate objects. Film soaks up all of those radish reds, kale greens, and zinnia golds in such a way that my heart climbs up to my throat just to peer out and see. After developing that roll of film last week, I am horrendously obsessed. Luckily my life is providing events worthy of 35mm documentation (though, really, I'm happy to photograph just about anything right now). As soon as I finish this paper on the ethics of film preservation I'll be sure to share my photographs from the Jazz Age Lawn Party and my plan to make my great-gram proud. However, I'm not sure I'll be able to focus on the moral implications of splicing and the consequences of vinegar syndrome when I have a weekend apple-picking trip ahead! Cheers!