moment of truth

Today a big box came in the mail: 77 rolls of film developed, mostly from my summer with the dog on the Reed Creek in 2011. The film's still too curly to scan, so I'm just cutting it up and filing it away to flatten. I'm nervous to find out whether the photos are worthwhile, but I'm also excited to try and cobble together something out of them. It's been hard to maintain a sense of direction without seeing what I've been shooting. Can't tell much from the negatives... most of the pictures are of plants, of course. From all the long wading walks we took down the creek, my dog shows up in only a handful of pictures. Somehow those few give the rest of the photos a sense of companionship.