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My first set of dried ink photographs was developed in late 1998. In a single Winter afternoon, I shot nearly five full rolls of film, one of which was accidentally double-exposed. I can still remember the giddy feeling I had when I opened that particular envelope of prints. By the time I’d finished flipping through the thirty-odd images, I had become a convert to the Cult of the Happy Accident.
These are three frames from that fortunate roll.
