So last June, when I went back to Kalimantan for Eid, I found a film camera (Espio 80v) hanging around and unused. There was already a film loaded but only a few were used. I think I've already used it in the past but I forgot and left it in Kalimantan. So I took some more photos to test out the camera. Then I developed the film. Most of the photos turn out blank and the colors are faded because of the expired film, but there are a few that actually turn to decent photographs. 4 of them are photographs of my mother and father. For a split second I felt my heart ache a little before warm fuzzies rushed in. My eyes are suddenly teary. Maybe because I miss them so much and those photos cured my longing for a little bit. Eventhough it's blurry and the color's all faded and grainy, I really love it.
Those photos make me realize that it's already one and a half year since my father passed away and he's still my number one motivation. I can't see him anymore but these photographs open the door to the past. That's the great thing about photography, it freezes moments. Seeing those photos at a time like this is like a little surprise from Allah. While I do my final project, there are times when I feel really down and everything seems so hard. The closer I am to my bachelor degree, the bigger pressure I got. So these photos are like a reminder for me to always try my best like my parents always did for me. Bismillah.