I loaded up the Leica M7 with Ilford Delta 3200 film last night. I posted pictures from the M10–which of course required no development–last night.

This picture, technically, isn’t good. I moved a bit and blurred the right side.

I don’t care.

This is what the night felt like last night. Dark. Bits of light. A glow.

The beauty of the imperfections of the film as well. The grain. The halation circles around the brightest of lights; the angry photons bouncing around the emulsion since they are, in fact, too angry.

Shadows of the trees against the black of the sky marred only by a few stars.

The lake.

Analog.