In an age where instant gratification reigns supreme, I still believe in the beauty and art of waiting.

I don’t mean the stuck in traffic during rush hour or suffering through impossibly long lines at the DMV kind of waiting either. More like waiting to get your images sent back to you after weeks away getting processed or eagerly waiting to confirm whether your frames are any good kind of waiting. And that's not to imply that I'm a patient person either (quite the contrary - my road rage is a devilish beast that rears its ugly head more often than would make my mother proud). However, shooting film forces me to build a stronger muscle of patience and appreciate the beautiful feeling of satisfaction that can blossom from extended anticipation. A feeling I suppose is best likened to finally getting to open a sea of presents on Christmas morning.