Lost and Found
I’ve spent 7 years working at the same desk. Ideas would visit me – some would stay and some would pass but I was happy to have a place to sit with them.
"They made me feel like I was inside a camera watching the shutter as it captured the outside world."
At my back, twelve feet above my chair was an exhaust fan... This was the only hole in the 13’ high cinderblock walls and in the late afternoon it would beam sunlight across the room – creating a projection on the floor that would strobe when an outside breeze helped spin the blades. And if my door was open, our shop dog (Kevin) would plop down in the pool of spinning light and take a nap. The rotating blades made me feel like I was inside a camera watching the shutter as it captured the outside world. It always gave me great pleasure to see those blades start to spin.
"On my last day in this space, I found an old roll of unmarked film – and then another... and another..."
On my last day in this space, I found an old roll of unmarked 35mm film while I was cleaning out my desk drawer – and then I found another... and another... by the time I had every drawer empty, I found 7 rolls that had slipped through the proverbial cracks. The “sticky pull” over the years is likely why the film rolls jumped into the drawer below – easily going unnoticed, one per year over the last 7 (because some of the images went back that far). These were little time capsules preserved in the darkness of my disorganized desk – a parting gift from my beloved workshop.
"All it took to make them special was not knowing they were there."
My photo lab did a fine job of recovering the dated exposures... Most of which I would not have given much attention at the time I shot them, but now that some time has passed, I find them immeasurably valuable. All it took to make them special was not knowing they were there.
Todd Blubaugh was born and raised in McPherson, Kansas. His earliest interests were in art and motorbikes and since the age of 12, Todd has been pursuing these two passions. He currently works in film, writes, shoots, and pursues collaborations with his roommates at The Chun, a motorcycle warehouse and art space in Los Angeles. The free-spirit artist shares his passion for open roads through aspirational imagery and poetic travel notes that resonate with Serengeti’s DNA.