Taken on film that expired 30 years ago. It's Kodak T-Max 3200.
With the low light, age and high ISO of the film we're left with grain that would make the image suitable for sanding down a door before painting it.
Everything is wrong with this image, and yet, everything is right. It's about what the image doesn't say. It's missing so much detail. There's an impression of an image, there's just enough to allow your mind to tell the parts of the story that aren't there.
If this was digital, I'd likely bin it. And I'd be missing out. I like this. I shouldn't, but I do.
