The current batch of negatives I’m scanning right now really capture a moment in time. They must be from 1999, one of the more significant years in my life - and 20 years ago, almost exactly.
The first few photographs are of the woman who was soon to be my ex-girlfriend in the flat we shared (and, honestly, the coming storm was written all over her face in those images), while the next batch were of a party at the flat of the woman who is now my wife.
Those really were a few months that changed my life forever, and in ways that were only good.
However, the deep sadness is that one person in those images is no longer with us, passing too, too young.
Plenty of pain in those images and the memories they evoke - but also joy. I wouldn’t surrender either.