Contact Sheet

It’s hard to imagine a contact sheet I never made a print from in college—every roll of film back then was a large portion of my library paycheck. (The rest, of course, was spent on booze.) That’s why I was surprised to find this in one of the boxes underneath my bed. I can’t say I don’t miss being in the dark room, but the immediacy, and the cost, of digital photography has certainly gotten the better of me since.