Two posts today. Looking through my multitude of images, i got to some of the old ones that I scanned a few years back. Looking through them, you get nostalgic, and any thoughts about quality or creativity becomes less important than what the image conveys. It’s strange and reason for reflection to see how analogue images, even those scanned into digital, work diffrently from the technically but sometimes soulless images of the digital era.
This time memories of places and times past. Hope you enjoy the image just for it’s emotive side.
Did I forget to say that this is looking down on the Rift Valley from the escarpment near Naivasha.