all imagery © Emily Porter

The Joys of Expired Film

                                                               all imagery © Emily Porter

I have been thinking about my undeniable future death. My life is filled with photographs, many that will be unseen. What will become of these images that have formed my existence? Will someone one hundred years from now find a photograph in a long lost album that my future children so carelessly discarded and wonder what it means? Who was behind the lens? Or will I become like many souls before me, a lost collector? These images will be the only remnant of my mind that will be left behind. But they too are not immortal. These people and these moments I care so much as to capture their existence....what does it mean?

                                                  all imagery © Emily Porter