If you have been reading my 52Rolls adventures, you probably already know that I happened into a big, box of vintage cameras and been having all kinds of fun figuring out which cameras work or what they do. It has been a big inspiration on getting through a roll of film each week. It has also increased the price of this little project significantly. But, it’s all for the love of film, right?

A bigger bonus in the box of cameras was the discovery of FOUR rolls of exposed film that had not been processed. If you are a film geek like me, this is a Christmas treasure. Just imagine what wonderful images could possibly be on those rolls of film? Treasures from the past.
It did not even remotely occur to me that I didn’t know who had taken the photos or that they might be weird/obscene/ruin my perfectly normal relationship with the film developer that I have been sending film to this year. Not, that is, until AFTER I had sent them off. A twinge of worry set it at that moment and did not go away until I got the email. This could end up very awkward.
The Darkroom sends an email when they receive your film and then when it has been processed so you can see it online. They also send prints or your negatives back to you in the mail. I love this place.
The email came that two rolls were blank. I was bummed. Disappointed. Then, I waited another day before a new email arrived.
“Your Images Have Been Processed.”
THE OTHER TWO HAD IMAGES! I was so excited. It really was Christmas for me.
Thankfully, the photos were perfectly normal and probably boring to most people. What.A.Relief.
And, since I do actually know the person who knew the people (his family) that the cameras had belonged to, we went on a mission to discover what/who/where/when for the following photos. Enjoy!





The following shots are of a 1967 Ford Mustang. My friend still owns this car and it is his favorite. I think it tinkled him to discover the photos of the car on the old camera. Partially, because the camera was his mom’s and … well, you know how that stuff goes. The best part of this story is that THIS car in THESE photos was how I met my friend in the first place. He ran into the back of my 1987 Suzuki Samurai with this beautiful Mustang. I was so mad at him that I was speechless. The damage was minor, we were in a parking lot at the time. I was pissed that he had scratched my car but even madder at him that he had scratched it with such a beautiful Mustang.
And, now, the photos have made it a full circle from my friend’s family all the way back to my friendship with him.
I believe there’s a little bit of kismet in these photos, don’t you think?