Tassie Analog: Forgotten Frames, Lasting Memories
While writing about Cradle Mountain and preparing to share a couple of photos I really loved, I stumbled across a folder I had called “Tassie Analog.” I had completely forgotten it existed. Inside was a digital copy of a disposable camera I’d been given just a few days before our trip to Tasmania.
Looking through it, I remembered conversations I’d had with a friend about the old-school way of doing photos — with film. There was something wonderful about the scarcity of it, the authenticity those frames carried.
Today, we can take hundreds of photos with our phones or cameras, delete the ones we don’t like, and keep going until we get the perfect shot. But with film, every click mattered. The roll was finite. Each frame carried weight, whether it turned out to be good or not.
That’s what I rediscovered in this forgotten folder. None of these photos will ever win a prize, and I don’t care. They’re worth more than that. Not only because they hold memories of this trip, but because they carry a little piece of craftsmanship we used to have — when you could only take 24 or 36 frames before moving on to a new roll.
And that’s the beauty of it. Sometimes less really is more. Imperfection, limits, and all — those are the photos that stay with you.
I hope you like them.
