He lands. Alone in the cold air. Bare tree is in his grip. Creaking and swaying with each bitter gust. These lanky knuckled branches hold firm. A light whistle in the air. The wind swallows everything around it. Feathers wave with each change in direction. The wind whistles. The branches creak. He flies away.
~Eric Bannasch [...]
This was one of those pictures that I took in 1995 or 1996 and the undeveloped roll sat untill 1999 or 2000. I had a bad habit of letting film lay around for a while. In fact I still have a bag with about 20-30 rolls of random exposed 35mm and 120 film that have [...]