carried my little tank of a medium format film camera from Florida to Paris and deep into the French countryside. Through châteaux, cafés, and cobblestone streets. I felt every ounce of the weight, every flicker of stress. The chance of rain. The TSA swabs. The quiet panic of asking for a hand check instead of an X ray and wondering if this would be the moment everything slowed to a halt.
But then there was the magic. ✨
The slowness. The intention. The way film asks you to really see, to trust the moment, to wait for the light instead of chasing it.
In the end, it was never really about the weight or the logistics. It was about choosing presence over convenience, craft over ease, and trusting that the slower path often leads to something more meaningful. Some places ask to be documented quickly. Others ask to be felt first.
France was the latter. And I would carry it all again. 🤍



