100 cities, 400 rolls of film, one year, one state, texas.

Out on the old roads; the long roads, heading west. A long trip over dusty roads. We are at our beginning, in this shot.
All the digital files have been looked at and backup up, but the souping of silver continues. I’ve just ordered another tank so that I can run more film in each batch. It won’t be here until next week. Ready for another time, but this time it is the slow couple of rolls in each run. Slowly souping, still. Gives me a chance to listen, and listen again, to road tunes in the dark.
Annie &