Vancouver

Il est tôt.
Je suis fatiguée.
Je débarque de l'avion. Mon deuxième vol. De 13 heures et demie. Mon premier était 2h.

Je suis à la porte d'embarquement d'Air Canada C39, vol AC150 en direction de Montréal.

Et ça parle français. Mon français.



Ça fait du bien.

Unbelievable.

Last time I was in Canada, I bought a lomography camera. A fisheye one. It takes 35mm film and I had a few black and white ones left over from a long time ago, so I used them to test the camera.

The problem is, no one here really develops black and white anymore. So it took a while to find a good place that would do it for a reasonable price.

I finally picked them up from the photographic shop last week when we were shooting in the city.

First two films were cool photos from my lomo.
And then, something crazy happened.
The third film was not a test from my lomo.

It was a film Nick Matthews took of our Australian wedding over four and a half years ago.

This is one of my favorites ever.



I could not believe it.
What a wonderful surprise!